A strange, heavy chill descended upon his head, like a veil of frost gliding over his hair and slowly creeping down to his neck—cold breaths whispering an ambiguous threat behind him.
His eyes widened in a jolt of shock as an inner alarm blared deep within his consciousness, warning of an imminent danger—one he wouldn't survive if he hesitated for even a second.
He gripped his axe with all the strength he could muster, veins bulging along his forearm and muscles hardening, then spun around in a lightning-quick motion.
What he saw took him by surprise.
"How did it get here?"
There, just a single step away, stood a creature straight out of a nightmare. Its presence was like a living horror—and the worst part was that Kogan had exposed his back to it completely, without armor or protection.
Eyes as cold as winter frost bored into his own, two icy orbs devoid of the slightest mercy, glowing with a pure, murderous intent.
