Operation Polar Winds : Part Twenty-Eight

Blood turned freezing waters a stark red, tainting the nearby ice with its colour, snow was already stacking up atop the headless body, the flow of sanguine liquid rapidly halted as the dreadful wound was crystallised by ice.

Meanwhile, the smell of burnt flesh permeated part of the monastery as fat sizzled under the pressure of powerful flames, a nearby undead knight sticked a fallen arm back on whilst another inspected their ruined shield, but that was all they did, none ventured further into the monastery, the lord had been clear on what the signal would be, and it had yet to come.

Below ground, Alkayne and Janus faced one another, the former wielded only his trusty halberd, a magnificence of undead craftsmanship, so perfectly tuned for its wielder that it was almost uncanny.