Colin stood silently in place.
The sounds of the slaughter around him seemed to fade away in an instant, and the entire world rapidly receded from his senses.
His vision narrowed until only the Druid remained.
The man wore primitive-looking furs. He clutched a Wooden Spear, its tip embedded with a chunk of ice. A faint chill seeped from the ice, flowing like a viscous liquid to the ground where it condensed into frost.
The Druid looked up. From beneath a wolf-head hood, his azure eyes met the human standing not far away.
"Weaklings who should have been culled," he sneered. "The biting cold wind will come here. For the sake of the world, you should all fall into a swift slumber."
Colin didn't respond, his mind racing.
'I can't just abandon Kase here and run. I have to fight.'
Having made his decision, he cast aside all other thoughts and focused solely on the enemy before him.
'A Frostland Druid.'
