บท 295: The Taste Of Freedom, Is The Liberation Of Fears

Northern's grin widened as he faced Krullgath, the icy air between them charged with the tension of what was to come.

It was like the monster could tell that things were about to take an intense and different turn.

The Chaos Eyes burned with an unworldly light, the glow mirrored in the predatory glint of Northern's gaze.

Northern right now was savoring the thought of how interesting this experience was going to be, and that alone was leaving a distorted grin on his face.

One that seemed to increasingly piss off the Commander.

Krullgath tightened his grip on his bone ax. The White Walker's eyes narrowed, calculating and wary.

He took a cautious step forward, the heavy bone ax held aloft, poised for another devastating strike.

But suddenly, Northern was gone.

He surged forward in a zigzag trail, leaving confusing patterns of movement, yet fluid and swift with it.