Kizeler stopped his running and stared at the walls of ice that emerged out of nowhere while the temperature dropped to a certain level. With the light being obstructed by a ceiling of ice, darkness enveloped the place.
"What is this now?" He murmured.
Then, as he focused his energy into his eyes to enhance his vision, he saw several sculptures of ice wolves that came to life. Kizeler was about to pull out his sword, but as he remembered the state of it, he changed his mind.
The next second, the wolves pounced at him from all directions; they aimed their ice-cold fangs at Kizeler's body. Without any weapon to fend off the monsters, blood gushed out from the parts where he was bitten.
'Damn these creatures!' Kizeler thought.
He pushed the wolves away and slammed his back into the wall of ice, hoping to destroy the monsters sticking behind him from the collision.
