"What the hell happened here? These monsters are not weaklings..." A man asked with sweat on his face even though it was frozen cold. "Over there. It's the same monster that we fought from the previous rift, the Frosthorn Wolf," he added and looked at the white wolf twenty meters tall, white as snow with long four icicle horns on its forehead.
"What we fought was a lot smaller than this one. It can be said that we fought the young wolf, but this one is like the adult one," A woman with short purple hair said and looked at the corpse of the Frosthorn Wolf. "It took all of us to kill one, but if that man killed this on his own, how strong can he be?" she asked as she gulped.
"Not to mention none of these bodies have any wounds on them. They're not unconscious either, they're all dead," A man in fit armor pointed out after he checked the bodies around him. "How did they die?" he asked with a troubled and anxious expression.
