"I will name you, the Legion of Ice," announced Alex. His breathing was ragged, and bruises, cuts, and gashes covered his body. However, before him, all the Yetis kneeled, providing him with their loyalty.
Durendal was cloaked in blood, and so was the entire ground in a fifty meter radius. It was a true bloodbath, but without any deaths.
""Understood,"" said the Yetis simultaneously. There were about 150 of them, and they covered the entire street of Gloom due to their massive numbers. Ijskoud stood in the front, bowing the lowest.
"Ijskoud will be the leader of the Legion Of Ice," announced Alex in a tone dripping with arrogance in authority. "Do you understand?"
""Yes!""
"Good!" Alex responded, clasping his hands together. "Starting from today, you will engage in sparring every single day, and Ijskoud will provide me with the results. Become the strongest, and you will inherit the position of leader from Ijskoud."
""Yes!""