Sounds of heavy footsteps got louder as berserkers neared the entrance of the cave where Aito stood tall, patiently awaiting his opponents in this accursed freezing weather.
The leather part of his armors kept him moderately warm, however, the metallic pieces absorbed cold and transferred it to his body. Metal was a natural conductor of temperatures. It would conduct any kind of temperature, high or low.
Moreover, even if he could use Durability to shield his armor from the cold—something he discovered by experimenting a bit—he'd prefer to avoid using it to preserve energy.
Not that it mattered to him. Right now, he had big grey bastards to kill.
As soon as rays of sunlight shone on the first berserker to exit the cave, Aito launched his ax with all the strength he could muster.
Soulcleaver lodged itself in the berserker's bosom, cutting its ribs, flesh, and organs, killing the creature that tumbled down, dead, immobile.
"Berserkers are usually underestimated by those who knew little about them. As they reach level 2, their intellect develops a little. However, they are truly dangerous when commanded by a higher-ranked fearmonger. More organized under its command, they become a force to be reckoned with that even an Awakened should be wary of."
Extract from, "Yggdrasil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant.