Despite their success at weakening the ice demon, the Ithaquans and the
dwarves remained worried. Digging through his ancestors' old relics, one
of the dwarves located a piece of parchment which gave him an idea.
Working together with the Ithaquans, the dwarves recruited the help of a
frost nymph and began the construction of a wall of ice around the
awakening statue. For several days, the Ithaquans gathered buckets of
water, which the nymph turned into pieces of mirror-like ice and the
dwarves layered into an odd wall.

Racing against time, they worked far into the last night, watching the
skies above with trepidation. The last block had just been set down when
the stroke of midnight fell over the land, and the horrific thing within
the circle of ice began to awaken at last. Cold winds soared across the
world as the ice demon took its first breath of air, and the very ground
of the mountains shuddered. Had it been stronger, or the wall less well
built, the destruction it might have set forth would have been terrible
- but the tenacity of the Ithaquans had prevailed. The demon's first
blast of ice proved to be its last as the mirror of the dwarves
reflected its own powers, shattering the demon's form and sending
fragments of frigid ice scattering all over the lands. As the victorious
Ithaquans celebrated, however, already many of them had begun to think
of the future... The body of the demon was shattered, but what became of
its soul? And what would happen to the Ithaquan road now that the
dwarves had fought a battle for their very lives along those they had
once opposed? The future, as always, remains a mystery...

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Tenebrae, in the year 473 AD.