Bruce finally reached Kyle, his breath coming out in sharp puffs in the cold air. He waved his hands frantically, his voice full of concern.
"Young Master! It's dangerous to be out here alone! There have been reports of Frozen Armoured Bear sightings—"
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Then, without a word, he stepped aside.
Bruce blinked, confused—until his gaze landed on the enormous corpse lying behind Kyle.
A massive Frozen Armoured Bear, its body still, its hide cracked in places, revealing frozen blue flesh beneath.
Bruce stumbled back in shock, his mouth opening and closing as he pointed at the beast.
"Y-YOUNG MASTER! D-DID YOU—?!"
Kyle nodded lazily, as if this was nothing unusual.
Bruce felt his legs go weak.
"HOW?! That thing is massive!"
Shaking his head furiously, Bruce turned back to Kyle, looking for any signs of struggle, any wounds—nothing.
His clothes weren't even ruffled.
"Young Master, what kind of magic did you use to take this thing down?!"
