A Soul Thief (Part 2)
Kai closed the distance between them, his dagger gleaming faintly in the dim light of the snow-drenched battlefield.
He was quick, aiming for the monster's head with a clean arc of the blade. But just before it made contact, the snow around the creature surged.
It twisted and coalesced into a jagged, sharp sword. With a swift, fluid motion, it parried Kai's attack, the snow blade slicing the air with deadly precision.
Something about this creature unnerved Kai on a deeper level. It wasn't just the way it looked, or the fact that it was monstrous in every sense of the word—it was its presence.
The way it moved. The way it adapted. It wasn't just a mindless beast. It was learning.
And that… that was terrifying.
When he had seen the bodies of the villagers earlier, he had suspected something more than just a simple monster.