Takoda tensed up when he heard the noises of cracks reverberating from all around him.
His instincts had already been acting up the moment those ice sculptures manifested out of nowhere.
Whenever sculptures appeared in an important location or another world, 9 out of 10 times those sculptures would come alive in one creepy way or another.
Thus was the wisdom that was imparted after years of experience by his elders.
All around him, he could see countless sculptures of men in Viking clothing moving and looking at him, their creepy eyes shining with a crimson light.
Individually, they were no match for him. But Takoda was not a tireless machine that could go on endlessly.
As if it wasn't enough, he could feel a far more powerful presence hiding in the distance, stalking and observing them, ready to attack at any given moment.
'This is going to be quite troublesome.'
At least this was what he thought initially.
