The Destruction Of Malerdor Kingdom
Brigantiea trudged through the relentless snowstorm. Everywhere she looked, it was a sea of white, the landscape a blank canvas of snow and ice.
Her footsteps crunched beneath her, the only sound in the desolate expanse.
She struggled to recall the details, but the legacy of Malerdor was etched into the land itself. Their ancestors had manipulated the mana flow here, warping the natural order in a desperate attempt to survive the raging war.
A war she had ignited. They had fought valiantly to hold back her forces, but it had been futile. She alone had been enough to obliterate the entire kingdom.
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"Your Majesty, the Queen, we have arrived at Malerdor," her right-hand man announced.
Brigantiea stood before a towering wall made of ice, its immense height and sturdy build daunting to most.
"Hold the troops. I'll handle this myself," she declared coldly, her voice unwavering.