He barely had any time to react.
A cloud of snow sprayed everywhere, before a sense of danger overwhelmed Alden. Immediately, his mana sense flooded his direct vicinity, and that was how he understood the nature of the sudden threat.
…A creature lunged at him from the snow, ready to devour him whole.
Doubtless, it had lay in wait.
Alden's demeanour turned solemn.
The thirst contained within his gaze burgeoned - his desire to spill blood soaring.
Time slowed to a crawl.
In that split-second, Alden finally got a good look at the creature assaulting him.
And when he did, he unconsciously cursed.
A maw of gleaming needle-like teeth.
Translucent, jagged scales like icicles grew on its back. A serpentine body that camouflaged greatly with the pristine white.
…Glowing eyes that pierced his soul.
Alden was looking at an Ice Wyrm.
And a strong one, at that.
