Normally, Alden would have revelled in the kill.
Except, the Ice Wyrm did not die…
His tenebrous dagger froze at the last second, unable to pierce the inside of the abomination's maw.
He clicked his tongue, expression dark.
Alden spared a brief moment to sense for Ignia, aware she could be overwhelmed at any moment.
So far, his familiar was hanging on, but just barely…
'Hold on, little one. I'm coming.'
Alden gritted his teeth and burst into action. His feet kicked against the snow, displacing a few flakes. Then, ignoring his rapidly draining mana reserves, he augmented himself with [Haste] twice over.
Alden shot towards the Ice Wyrm, his crimson pupils turning a shade deeper.
…His lust for blood soared.