The bitter wind of Frozen Peak roared like an enraged beast as Kaelrin and Kaelmar, along with the remnants of their elite guard, faced Zhang Wei, the Crimson Archer.
His presence burned against the icy backdrop, the air around him shimmering with waves of heat.
The oppressive aura of a Martial Ancestor bore down on them, suffocating and relentless. Kaelrin wiped blood from his cheek, his breath shallow as his mind raced for a plan.
He could feel his younger brother's gaze dart toward him, waiting for orders. Thirty soldiers had become twenty-five in an instant, each of Zhang Wei's flaming arrows claiming another life.
Zhang Wei smirked, drawing another arrow from the quiver on his back. Flames licked hungrily at its tip.
"Is that all the Vossmers have to offer?" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "For a family so revered, you're quite the disappointment."