บท 372: Battle's End

Barron's eyes bulged as the ice spirit effortlessly dispatched the mage. An unfamiliar sense of dread settled in the pit of my stomach as the creature turned its gaze on us, its eyes glowing with an eerie blue light. It was like staring into the heart of a blizzard, reawakening the uncertainty that had ever plagued me about the existence of this creature. It had just killed a sixth-level mage like it was nothing, cleaving through his wards and body with ease. If it decided to act against me, would I really fare any different?

Barron and the hulking warrior exchanged uneasy glances, their bravado faltering in the face of this new threat. The scarred man's hand trembled as he tightened his grip on his mace, a bead of sweat trickling down his temple. Even Barron seemed to hesitate, his usual arrogance momentarily forgotten.