When the sword fell, breaking the head of the winter nightmare, breaking the skull completely, only its long handle remained. The accumulated energy released by the weapon shook the cavern, creating a vortex of miniature dust and ice around it before disappearing.
Vault and Yurzi bit their tongues with sour faces. Losing two important relics was painful, but if it's the price to pay to destroy the demon, then so be it. The clan would endure without them.
Looking towards the nearby demonized orc rats, they continued to fight for their own survival. Many ratfolks have already died in battle; The creatures were stronger than expected, tearing apart many clansmen with their ape knuckles the moment they approached them.
The demonized Gritch stared at the shattered relic in disbelief. On instinct, he immediately lifted her over his head horizontally.