Amel trudged through the snow, his steps heavy and laboured, the biting cold gnawing at his bones. He glanced back, his eyes narrowing as he saw a group of men following him. Some of them were carrying Moga, who was injured and unconscious but miraculously alive.
"Idiots," Amel muttered under his breath, his voice trembling from the cold. "I can't believe I let myself get tangled up in that mess. Everything's gone to hell because of that giant beast. If that thing didn't appear, I would be enjoying Rona's body by now"
One of the men, panting and struggling to keep up, piped up. "Amel, we had no choice! That creature was too powerful. We had to retreat."
Amel shot him an icy glare. "Retreat? Do you know how many of my carefully laid plans have been ruined because of this?" He kicked at the snow in frustration. "I should have stayed hidden for a few more days, bided my time until I could personally put an end to Garnt."
