OUTPOST 32

As you meandered through Outpost 32, effortlessly dispatching any adversaries that dared to challenge you during your leisurely stroll, the tranquility of your surroundings suddenly shattered by a deafening clamor originating nearby. Your eyes instinctively gravitated towards the source of the disturbance, revealing the awe-inspiring presence of the Frost Spirit itself, towering at an imposing 40 feet, its luminous sapphire eyes fixated intently upon you.

Without uttering a single word, the colossal entity extended its massive scythe in your direction, a clear indication of its hostile intent, though hindered by its inability to verbalize threats. Nevertheless, its aggressive gestures left little doubt that you were the target of its wrath, a logical reaction given your systematic annihilation of its underlings. It was apparent from the Frost Spirit's actions that you had aroused its fury simply by decimating its minions, resulting in an inevitable confrontation fueled by its justified anger towards your actions.