Trails of scorching fire and freezing ice were apparent on the ground as two large feline beasts drawing nearer to Bregror.
In concert, the cold and hot temperature caused by their magic were trying to take dominance, creating a mystifying atmosphere. All the same, the grasses withered and died with every step they took.
Bregror completely did not expect to have to deal with magical beasts when facing mere bandits in the middle of nowhere. As he felt shiver and an increase production of sweat, he already regretted his decision to go without armor.
With years of experiences as an adventurer, he ought to know better things that seemingly would not happen, happened in the worst timing possible.
Nothing was more perplexing than reality itself.
"Come on!"
