The air grows thin and biting, frost swirling through the canopy as silence blankets the land. A chilling screech echoes above, sharp enough to freeze the blood in your veins. Through the mist, vast wings unfold, patterned like frozen glass and rimmed with frost. The great beast swoops down, each beat of its wings trailing icy winds that cut the earth like blades. With a piercing cry, the Legiana descends, its frigid presence turning the world into its hunting ground of ice and wind.