A fissure split the icy landscape apart, jagged cracks racing outward as something massive began to rise from the depths of the frozen abyss. The yeti, embedded in the crumbling mountainside, twitched weakly, barely conscious after Ethan's devastating blow. But even in its battered state, it turned its glowing blue eyes toward the rift with something resembling fear.
The rumbling grew louder.
Then, with a force that sent a shockwave rippling through the mountain range, a colossal claw—black as midnight, wreathed in frost and jagged ice—emerged from the depths.
Ethan took a step back, watching with open intrigue. "Well, well… what do we have here?"
The claw flexed, its razor-sharp talons carving deep scars into the ice as it hoisted something upward. The ground trembled violently, forcing even the unconscious yeti to slip further down the ruined mountainside.
Then, rising from the abyss, a monstrous figure took shape.
A behemoth of frost and darkness.
