Victor's head snapped toward the sound. "And there it is… the chaos I can never seem to avoid," he muttered while rolling his eyes and breaking into a light sprint.
He dashed through the frost-laden ruins, weaving between cracked concrete and icy boulders until he reached a ridge overlooking the commotion.
What he saw made him pause.
Three enormous beasts were locked in combat, thrashing amid a field of glittering ice spikes.
The ground itself was shattered from their struggle as every blow sent tremors through the frost.
Two of these beasts were identical in appearance. They were large quadrupedal creatures coated in dense white fur that looked as smooth as polished snow. Each had a head resembling a lion's, but with curling ram-like horns and serrated tusks protruding from their lower jaws.
Their tails ended in spiked clubs of bone and ice. The air around them emitted raw icy mana. Each breath they exhaled painted the air with a freezing mist that could turn stone brittle.
