As they walked ahead through the icy wasteland, Malgarius felt a sudden, strange sensation ripple through his body. It was subtle at first, like a faint tremor beneath his skin, but it quickly grew stronger. He kept his face steady, not wanting to alarm Gwendolyn, who was walking beside him, still glowing from her small victory with the sword.
His muscles tightened as the sensation pulsed again, this time sharper, more unsettling. It wasn't pain exactly, but it was enough to make him uneasy. He glanced down at his hands, clenching and unclenching them to try and shake off the feeling, but it lingered.
Gwendolyn glanced over at him, her face filled with determination, unaware of what was happening. Malgarius forced a small smile, trying to hide his discomfort. They had more pressing concerns, and the last thing he wanted was for her to worry.
