"We… we should have just surrendered to the Eternal Chill."
The cenleons were now all huddled up together; their bodies, trembling even stronger than when they were close to almost being frozen to death. They feared the Ice Warden, that was not a question at all — but it was a fear similar to that of an impending typhoon, an inevitability one would just have to accept if it happened.
And perhaps, as they were wishing, perhaps it should have really just happened — perhaps they would have died peacefully instead of being forced to watch one of their own drown in his own blood; struggling, but still alive.
"Just… just kill him!" Maha gritted his teeth; his hand, already bleeding even though he did not even have his claws protruded, "At least give him the honor of death!"
