Chapter 25: The Weight of Corruption
Thankfully, Azrael’s decision to take shelter and let the blizzard pass over them had been the correct one. The visibility was much better now, significantly reducing the chance of them being ambushed by a monster.
"Let’s hurry," he said, glancing at Victor before increasing his speed.
The behemoth of a man scoffed and tensed his muscles, managing to match Azrael’s pace.
The blizzard had likely swept across the entire area, so Azrael doubted there were any fools dumb enough to battle monsters in such a climate.
However, that was only if he considered the normal Chosen. What about the wealthy ones? He could bet there were numerous Chosen who had items that negated the effects of the weather.
’Or maybe they simply have an Inborn Trait that makes them proficient in fighting in the cold,’ he thought, eyes scanning every nook and cranny.
’There!’ His eyes narrowed as he changed trajectory, his companion following suit.
A second later, five creatures appeared in their view.
Quadrupeds that reached Azrael’s waist in height. Their bodies were made from rugged ice, with three crimson eyes positioned on their heads, granting them 270-degree vision.
The most dangerous feature, however, was their tails—longer than their entire bodies and tipped with a sharp needle.
No doubt the monsters relied on their tails to inflict damage on their foes. With their vision and numbers, ambushing them was out of the question.
Before charging in, Azrael used [Inspect].