Xion's fist curled up, a bead of sweat dripped down his temple. His eyes were locked onto a Nine-foot-tall monster.
Its wrinkled grey skin was frozen into thick blades of ice, and with the way it was moving so nimbly, it was obvious that the freezing cold had little to no effect on its mobility.
Unlike Xion, the monster's feet moved freely, while his own seemed frozen stiff.
Standing in the frozen lands without shoes was never a good decision but so was wearing the wet shoes!
All he wanted to do was wear a new pair of shoes, yet the time didn't spare him that mercy.
Now on his bare feet, he lunged forward, the cold bit deep into his red soles. It was as if a thousand needles were prickling at once. His breath came out in heavy gasps, visible in the icy air as clouds of mist.
He could barely feel his toes anymore, but the monster wasn't going to wait for him to adjust.
It snarled, ice blades cracking along its limbs as it moved.
