The cold, harsh snow crunches beneath Legion's feet as he rushes forward, each breath sharp and biting, the freezing air eating away at his lungs. But he pushes through. In an instant, he pulls the worn-out sword from his back, its weight familiar in his grip.
[Item: Baby Snow Yeaty]
Creatures like this fall under the same monarch as the orcs—the Monarch of Fury, Incisu. Nevertheless, this is nothing compared to the adult version.
With a swift motion, he slashes down at the yeaty, its white fur gleaming in the dark like diamonds. The creature's claws rip through the thick air, blocking his strike with a ferocity that sends a shudder through the ground.
Shit, it's faster than I expected.
Falling back, Legion sees the yeaty's mouth open wide, revealing rows of razor-sharp teeth, ready to snap down on him.
"Blaise!" he calls out just in time.
