Dahlia and the other soldiers ran wildly, their heavy breathing echoing in the oppressive darkness around them. The creature's shrill cries echoed in their minds, pushing them to accelerate even more, to surpass themselves to save their lives. They knew they couldn't afford to look back, because the mere sound of those heartbreaking screams was enough to make their blood run cold. Their only option was to continue running, facing death that awaited them.
"Who is this demon!?" shouted one of the soldiers, narrowly dodging a tree in his path.
"It's a cursed Wendigo, one of the worst creatures you could come across in the middle of winter, don't talk about it, run!!!" Sokar yelled, as he searched for arrows to shoot in his quiver.
Perhaps the other soldiers, except Dahlia, didn't know about the Wendigo, but for those of Clan Orleth, it was their worst nightmare.
