Something had shifted the moment Kassie spoke. The air felt heavier, thicker — like the cavern itself was holding its breath. She'd gone completely serious, well she was usually serious but there was something unassuming about this level of seriousness.
I found myself moving carefully, keeping my mouth shut as we followed the trail of corpses deeper into the ice.
Eventually, we reached what I could only describe as a massacre site. The makeshift bag of cores dropped from my hand when I saw it.
I didn't need Kassie to tell me she'd been right. The scene spoke for itself — screamed it, actually. The Glacial Patriarchs and Blizzard Maulers weren't just dead. They'd been destroyed. Whoever did this... their humanity was seriously questionable.
'I know these are monsters, but don't you have to be a different kind of monster to kill things this way?'
And this particular monster had to be incredibly, terrifyingly strong.
