*Bang! *Bang! *Bang!
The sound of bangs echoed through the camp, deep and thunderous. The very ground shuddered beneath their feet as the land beasts hurled their monstrous bodies against Biyo's walls with primal ferocity.
But the walls did not yield.
Not ever.
Biyo had formed it just like before, when Jinn's group were chased around by a horde of beasts, and when they first made came.
Beasts tried to break it.
Giants tried to crush it.
But it is unbreakable.
Something eternal that could never fall as long as its creator breaths—or wills it to disappear.
Biyo's eidra, like those of the other warriors of Skjöldheim, pulsed with an ancient power.
Permafrost.
The frostbound eidra of eternal cold.
Cold and unrelenting.
It did not bend.
It did not crack.
It endured.
And so the beasts hurled themselves again and again against it, their corrupted limbs crashing against the glittering surface of the frozen barrier—but nothing gave.
