Third Person's POV
The vast white snowfield around them gradually lost its untouched purity and became stained with spreading arcs of bright red blood, while broken bodies, severed limbs, and torn fur disappeared beneath fresh layers of falling snow almost as quickly as they fell.
The once quiet storm had also changed.
What had earlier been only the mournful sound of wind now carried the dying cries of wolves, the wet sounds of flesh being torn apart, and the savage howls of those beasts still rushing forward in blind frenzy, making the entire forest feel darker and more sinister than before.
Soon, Arlene arrived beside the armored master with her young maid close behind her.
She was dragging the trembling girl with her while maintaining control over her floating twin blades.
