Klaus's glowing silver eyes narrowed as he looked out the front windshield of the control room as the horizon was rapidly turning dark.
It wasn't a snowstorm though.
Massive swirling clouds of kicked-up white powder were racing across the tundra, heading directly toward the collapsing tower, and by extension, heading directly toward the moving carriage.
The monsters were coming.
"We've got company," Klaus yelled back toward the cabin, his voice carrying through the heavy wood.
He wasn't exaggerating.
Drawn by the smell of the dying dungeon and the scent of the terrified mountain bear, a massive wave of Winterland abominations erupted from the tree line.
There were mutated Frost-Stalkers, heavily armored and dripping freezing saliva.
There were dozens of emaciated, rabid dire wolves with glowing red eyes.
Skittering alongside them were the ice-crawlers… hideous, multi-legged insectoid monsters that looked like praying mantises made of frozen corpses.
