The roar didn't just echo. It physically vibrated the marrow in Sebastian's digital bones. The temperature in the canyon, already sitting at a miserable minus thirty degrees, violently plummeted.
It was a sudden, catastrophic freeze that made the air itself turn brittle!
"Boss!" Galleon screamed, pointing a stubby finger toward the far end of the valley. "Big fucking bird! Really big fucking bird!"
Sebastian whipped his head around, abandoning the trapped General Iron.
From the deepest, darkest chasm of the icy canyon, a nightmare pulled itself into the grey sky.
Velkhana, the Frost Monarch!
She was a Level 50 World Boss, and she was breathtakingly terrifying. Her body was sleek and serpentine, spanning easily two hundred feet from her horned snout to the tip of her razor-sharp tail. She wasn't covered in standard scales. Her entire physical form seemed to be composed of interlocking shards of pristine, glowing blue crystal and indestructible permafrost.
