Xanor and Shadow Eyes recoiled as a nearby wendigo, one of their own former soldiers, slowly turned its head. Its eyes were a chilling, vacant white.
"This?" Xanor's voice was a low growl, a mixture of disbelief and building rage.
"GRAAAAAAAAA!!!"
The lead wendigo lunged, a ghastly silhouette of betrayal. Shadow Eyes moved with inhuman speed—a flash of polished steel—and the creature's head tumbled to the blood-soaked ground, its body following a second later. Her movement was efficient, yet in its abrupt finality, there was a faint tremor of regret for the life she'd just extinguished, a comrade turned puppet.
"She!" Shadow Eyes spun, turning to Josephine, who stood atop a massive, winged wendigo, its obsidian wings spreading wide before it launched into the air. Behind her, a terrifying horde of thousands of wendigos, following behind.
"We need to get out of here..." Shadow eyes hissed, as Xanor bisected another attacker.
