Meanwhile...
Eric trudged up the icy slope of the mountain, his breath visible in the frigid air. He was on a mission. The path ahead was treacherous, but he was determined to reach his destination, the basement of the ice palace atop the mountain.
As he descended down a narrow stairway, a low growl reached his ears. He stopped in his tracks, his hands clenching the metal knuckles he wore. Out of the shadows, a pack of white wolves appeared, their eyes gleaming with malice.
The wolves circled him, their teeth bared, their breath forming puffs of steam in the frigid air. With a fierce battle cry, Eric lunged at the pack leader, his fists slicing through the air.
The wolves were quick, darting in and out of his range, their jaws snapping at his heels. Eric fought with all his might, dodging and parrying their attacks, his muscles burning with exertion.
