The Nextworld Invasion and the Death of Magic - 41. Epilogue - Dorjin's Spell

Tigath and Dorjin were unaware that as she cast her spell of ice, the energy did more than merely flow into Earth. Her charm passed through Tigath’s magical crystal, and it became exponentially powered.

Ice, on a cosmic scale, was generated by her spell. The glacier grew around Tigath’s protective crystal, but it did not stop growing. It expanded and covered the mountain upon which the remains of Uall Island now sat, and the ice continued to grow. The entire mountain range soon lay beneath the glacier’s crushing weight, and it began to spread out to cover more of the continent. The all-consuming cold also reached into the sea, and it froze the ocean’s water to the Earth’s two poles, but the power of the spell was far from finished, and it even began to stretch toward the equator.

The unstoppable growth continued to destroy the world with its icy assault until a measly tenth of the surface area of Earth remained unblanketed by the colossal glacier. The majority of the planet was now frozen, and with it, the Humans who had invaded. The usurpers had been massacred by the sudden brutal cold that had overtaken the world they had stolen. Their population was decimated faster than the genocide they had perpetrated on the free peoples of Earth.

There was no necromagic, no dark sorcery, no weapons possessed by the Humans that could make any difference. The ice crushed everything in its path. The fledgling rise of the age of Humans came to an abrupt end, and an Ice Age began on Earth.

Scientists in the distant future would eventually determine that this frozen era lasted more than two and a half million years.

When the ice began to melt, the tiny remnant of Humans who had survived started to flourish. The population was minuscule in that new beginning, and the Humans did not remember who they once were or where they had come from.

Storytellers throughout time told tales of weird and unique races of beings. They described the others as mythical, and whatever names those ancient peoples had once called themselves were forever lost.

The Humans had survived the long cold, and the Earth was theirs.