Bab 881: Third Circle, Cerberus (Part 3)

The Cerberus' left head hit the ground with a resounding impact, causing the ice beneath his feet to crack and split. 

The roar of pain and frustration echoed across the icy fields, a terrifying cacophony that reverberated in Og'tharoz's gut. He felt the tremor in the chains that held the beast, the runes pulsing with an arcane energy that kept the creature contained, if only momentarily.

The Cerberus' left head tried to rise, its flaming eyes fixed on Alina, who was running away to try and gain a safe distance from the enraged beast. The left head's sharp teeth were showing, its jaw still trembling from the impact of the blow against the ground. The pain evident in the head's expression did not deter her, but fueled her anger.

"You will pay dearly for this, elf mage!" growled the left head, its voice resounding like distant thunder.

Og'tharoz held his ground, his eyes blazing with fierce determination. He knew that every second gained was crucial.