Date: Unspecified
Time: Unspecified
Location: Myriad Realms, Dark Realm, Gelid Alps, Snow Elven Region, Frosell District, Frosnow City
"Kid, survival has brought together even natural predators and prey, let alone races like ours," the old goblin said with a weary shake of his head. "Why don't you surrender, return the Froslings, and make things easier on yourself?"
Before I could respond, Hive Spirit relayed Sansa's report. The old goblin before me wasn't just any Ruler-class Snow Goblin. He was the Snow Goblin Empyrean.
He was the reason why the Snow Elven Crown Prince had never launched a full-scale invasion of the Snow Goblin territory despite the millennia of hostility between their races. Instead, he had devoted his attention to Winter Valley and the Froslings. That was to say the old goblin was on par with the Snow Elven Crown Prince.
