Snowstorm

As thousands of antfolk charged at the demons in droves, out of thin air came falling snow.

Isaac raised a hand into the air, a snowflake landed right on his fingertips. When he touched it, there was no cold sensation. Not the slightest.

Gradually, more and more snow fell. It was getting heavier and heavier. The demons who noticed a weather phenomenon happening indoor were astonished. They killed the antfolk while watching the snow fall.

"What's going on?"

"Snowflakes? Inside tower?"

"Ice magic?"

Some of them felt the cold, some didn't. As time passed, the intensity of the snow increased and the air felt bone-chilling. The demons were raising more and more questions. Even the black-robed demon who used fire magic seemed to look cold.

Something beyond their comprehension was happening.

Surprisingly, the antfolk didn't seem to feel anything. Instead, they were attacking the demons with crazily. They lost their minds, lunging despite the deadly magic in front of them.