Witch Queen Samara!
A few thousand miles away from the shores of the conflict plains, a massive wall of fog was approaching while leaving behind snowflakes in its path. However, its speed was terrifying, almost like an ice blizzard. If someone approached this fog, they would hear the ear-piercing buzzing sounds of countless wings.
At this moment, thousands of meters above the ocean level, four streaks of lights suddenly stopped a few hundred meters away from the fog and revealed Four floating figures.
One was a silver-haired, wizened-faced old man with a burly build and a long beard reaching his stomach; he was the oldest Faery Human alive, Sylas, the fourth seat of the Treaty of Legends.
Besides Sylas stood a forty-meter-tall giant with violet skin and white runic tattoos on the left side of his square-shaped face; he was the strongest Thunder Giant of the Unique Plains and the second seat of the Treaty of Legends, Vermont.