Patch 5.06

Leo pov

"Dammit!" My roar must have reached the heavens with how loud I was. It mattered not whether those around me heard my moan of despair, if they gathered their forces and forced me to death for daring to anguish at the deaths of my comrades at arm.

My fist met the ground with a small yelp of my hoarse throat. My arm was half buried in snow. And upon my heart was a certain unrelinquished rage that refused to fade away no matter the force or blood that flaked out of my fist.

I slammed my fist to the ground each time reaching further into the snow until it hit cold hard ground. My knuckles seemed to mark themselves with blood and injuries.

And despite myself. I found my fingers splayed out while my body frosted over from the intense cold spread over my body.