-- POV General --
As the humans began to run towards the mountain, they could all hear the cold, sinister voice of the Ice Empress rising behind them.
"Run for your lives and pray to your Gods that they grant you the right to see a new day rise !"
The soldiers of the Elysium Empire who were participating, could no longer keep their patience as they flailed with excitement. No one wanted to disobey the Empress so no one had moved yet, watching the humans disappear into the forest. Freya was on her ice throne, elbow on the armrest and her hand under her chin. She was particularly pleased with the turn of events and looked away with a small smile on her face.
"Your Highness, the minute will soon be up."
