The Ice Wyrm was a strange existence.
It was a Devil, yet possessed mystical abilities.
Usually, those of its rank possessed great physical might.
…And just that. Physical might.
Only Djinns and the more harrowing Defiled had access to such supernatural phenomena. That was not all. It seemed to possess greater intelligence as well - a normal Devil would not have adapted to utilising its camouflage in such an insidious way.
Of course, there were exceptions.
…Defiled who had unlocked the power of their bloodline.
Called the Dark Brood.
And more often than not, encountering one, meant death. However, one's fortune could even up the odds a bit in that regard. In Alden's case, he was thankful it was only a Devil, and he was also thankful for having Ignia by his side.
Without her fiery powers neutralising the Ice Wyrm's magical frost, he would be in trouble.
Big, big, big trouble.