And then they saw them.
Just beyond a thicket of trees stood several creatures—deer, but not like any Cyrus had ever seen. Their bodies were sleek and white, their fur shimmering like fresh snow. But what caught his attention immediately were the countless eyes crawling over their bodies, blinking and swiveling unnaturally. Their antlers twisted upward like gnarled branches, massive and sharp, with the tips glistening as though coated in frost. The deers' movements were graceful, almost ghostly as they grazed among the trees, completely undisturbed by the two intruders.
Athena gasped softly beside him. "Winter Deer," she whispered, her voice filled with a strange mixture of awe and unease.
Cyrus glanced at her, eyebrows raised. "Winter Deer?"
