Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!
On the frozen plain, agonized screams echoed through the air. The soul-rending cries instantly drew Thoren's attention, as well as that of everyone present.
Thoren turned toward the source of the sound and furrowed his brow. Half of the members of the Slave Trade Guild had fallen to their knees, clutching their heads as if in unbearable pain.
Blood streamed from their eyes, noses, ears, and mouths, staining the white ice beneath them in grotesque streaks of crimson.
"What is going on?"
"What happened?"
"What's happening to them?"
The remaining members of the Slave Trade Guild were gripped by confusion and fear. Panic spread rapidly among them, and several instinctively stumbled backward.
However, Fenric paid no attention to their cries. Instead, his chanting grew louder and more frenzied.
The wind began to howl wildly, increasing in both strength and ferocity.
