Mystique had set up a strong camouflage for a while now, and no one had detected them yet, or so she claimed, when Keith caught Arnold's signal. But right now, she was distraught, unable to focus on the situation at hand.
'She realized? What?'
Keith pondered hard amidst the crisis they were about to face at the moment as he knew it was so much going on, even for her.
Moreover, the main problem was the large serpentine almost slithering in the blizzard.
A little more, and its majestic head emerged from the frosty billows of clouds. Its horns had several encrusted blue crystals gleaming at any angle. Its scaly profile had an azure shade, turning aquamarine near its blue eyes.
'Is this… The legendary Frost Wyrm?'
Even from afar, the mere presence of the mythical creature got Keith in awe and intimidated at the same time; and later on, a heavyweight placed on both of his shoulders, making him grit his teeth against the numbing pain he had.
