It was a monster. Though from afar, it was hard to tell it apart from a human. It had the same body structure, but instead of flesh, its bones were covered with hardened sand and black charcoal. A magical frost crystal embedded in its chest absorbed heat from the environment, keeping its body perpetually cool. This made it completely resistant to fire-based attacks and the desert's heat, while ice attacks only strengthened its defenses.
It was the strangest zombie-like creature Damian had seen so far in this world. The first one he killed dropped its crystal, but it soon shattered under the intense heat. When he touched it, it still felt cool. Without the monster's body, it didn't function. The second one, he captured alive. He was curious—why did a dungeon filled with blistering heat have a monster capable of ice attacks of all things?
