Riona struggled to her feet, wiping the blood from her lips when she heard a thunderous crash mixed with distant cries and hissing.
The sounds rolled across the frozen plain like a storm breaking loose, violent and unrelenting.
She raised her head sharply, and the sight before her made her jaw drop.
For a split second, her mind failed to process what she was seeing. Her thoughts froze, just like the tundra beneath her boots.
"Nooooooooo!" she screamed, her voice tearing through the wind as she sprinted toward her mount.
Standing atop the massive cobra, the Undead Storm Tyrant demonstrated exactly why the word "tyrant" was part of its name.
Punch after punch.
Each strike descended with brutal precision.
The cobra hissed in agony, its enormous body thrashing violently as it tried to fling the undead creature from its back.
Its coils twisted and slammed against the frozen earth, sending shards of ice flying in every direction.
But it was futile.
