Bane War Warlord Update

“Volkak!” we both say, our eyes wide.

“Run!” Syla jumps over remnants of our structure, sprinting away.

I’m right behind her.

It pounds the ground behind us—I’ve never run so fast in my life. A dense group of trees rises before us. If we can get inside and through, we’ll have cover to help in the fight.

Winter howls against my back, chilling straight into my bones.

“It’s got ice breath!”

“Hurry Dragan!” Syla glances back at me.

We zip into the trees, weaving through thick pines, panting, emerging on the other side, backing away slowly.

It jumps through the trees, flattening some of them. As it lands, snow explodes. It howls, spitting ice.

We dive out of the way, roll, and leap to our feet.

I freeze, shocked at the enormous thing in front of us.

“Knees, Dragan,” Syla whispers.

I bend them.

It circles. With claws like black xanet, and fur more scaled than soft, its eyes pulse red, jewels from Aaru itself. Blue slush drips from its maw as the creature sniffs, savoring the scent of the coming meal.

I’ll be damned if I let it eat my sister. I lunge in front of her and stab my spear at the beast.