Eis, the former princess and now queen of what's left of the Elves, stands before a giant ice crystal, panting. In the centre of the crystal was Famine. All his horns had been broken and his left arm had been severed and was laying a fair distance away in the snow.

Eis, clutching the frozen stub of an arm she had left, it had been bitten off by famine in the battle, walks over to the giant Ice crystal that contained the frozen demon. As Eis removed her hand from the ice stub, that had slowly began to grow, she grabbed her blade that had lay on the floor between the 2 of them, and rested the point on the giant icicle.

“Let’s finally finish this.”, Eis declared, as she pushed her blade into the ice, cracks began to erupt from it all over the crystal of ice, and even through the frozen one body of Famine. As she withdrew the blade, the cracks grew larger, splitting Famine into many different chunks and causing the crystal to collapse into a heap of ice shards on the ground.

Eis walks over to the mass of ice and bends down, picking up the frozen head of Famine, as she holds it in her palm, without applying any pressure, the ice began to shatter and crumble into hundreds of little bits.

“Serves you right, for eating my parents, killing my people and trying to cripple me.”, Claire says coldly.

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As she said this, the ice that had been growing on the stub of her maimed arm had crafted itself int the other half of an arm, perfect in detail, as if her arm had been transformed into ice instead of an arm of ice growing from the wound.

Suddenly, from the distance, a horde of 10 demons rush towards her. She simply raises her arm and a blizzard of bitter cold air rushes over them, and as they charge, their movements get slower and stiffer, their bodies getting colder, ice growing all over them until. Their bodies stand frozen, like statues made out of ice.

“Frost.”, Eis says simply, as she turns around and walks away.

The ice dragon, who had been perches on her shoulder the entire time, summons multiple shards of ice, and with a flutter of its wings, the shards of ice dart towards the ice statues, piercing through them and causing them to crumble. Eis pats Frost on the head and thanks him.

Ei stands there and looks at her home, destroyed by the demons and what was left of her people, who were slowly making their way towards their new queen, distraught, confused and searching for an answer. She grits her teeth in anger.

“These demons need to pay. For what they’ve done, I won’t rest until I’ve got my revenge. But I need info, details, knowledge. And there's only one place that I know that may be able to help.”, Eis speaks allowed. A desire for revenge on her face and in her soul.

Next destination. the Southern beast tribe.