Chapter 49: Tieflings (Part 3)

  The battle raged on; many tieflings were frozen into statues, torn to pieces, or maimed and devoured. Yet, a number of yetis also fell, their bodies sinking into the deep snow.

  "Awooooo—"

  Suddenly, a loud howl echoed from afar.

  The sound ierg, sweeping across the mountain slope with the cold wind.

  Immediately, all the yetis joined in, howling in unison, the eerie sound reverberating over the hills, sending shivers down everyone’s spine.

  "That’s..."

  Medrosh slowly raised his head.

  At the top of the slope, a t yeti stood, beating its chest.

  Its size dwarfed the regur yetis, standing taller than three men bined, like a snow-covered mountain.

  Massive, coiled horns adors head, and its enormous fangs looked sharp enough to pierce a human skull. Its eerie blue eyes emanated a frigid darkness, even intensifying the snowstorm swirling around.

  "The Great Frost Yeti."

  Medrosh took a deep breath, uttering the hat struck fear in every northern dweller.

  This yeti, with its t form, often hauories told by mothers to scare their children. Highly territorial and brutally savage, it attacked and devoured any warm-blooded creature it entered, scattering their bones across the ice.

  "Stand down."

  The tiefling padin held back his rades who wao charge forward, stepping ahead alone, pointing his longsword provocatively at the massive beast.

  "I’ll be its oppo."

  The distant Great Frost Yeti let out aed hunting howl, leaping forward over teers, creating waves of snow.

  It approached the tiefling, its cold gaze fixed on him, with a magical chill embedded within that stare, as though intending to freeze everything in its path.

  "Chilling Gaze!"

  This magical stare was more terrifying than ai’s gaze before.

  Immediately, Medrosh felt an overwhelming, bone-deep ess, as though submerged ier. Every inch of his skin, every bone, began to hardeing his endurao the breaking point.

  "Aura of Prote!"

  The tieflied the urge to colpse, his body surrounded by a red aura.

  The aura shielded him, warding off the invasive agid allowing him to recover slightly from his frozen state.

  "Infernal Rebuke!"

  Medrosh pointed his hand forward, igniting a ring of fmes around the Great Frost Yeti.

  However, the meager fmes were insignifit against the massive yeti, which opes jaws, revealing shards of iing in its throat.

  "It’s using Frost Breath!"

  An intense chill, powerful enough to freeze any warm-blooded creature solid, burst forth in a e shape from its mouth, extinguishing the infernal fmes as it surged toward the tiefling padin.

  Medrosh rolled to his left just in time, barely avoiding the breath.

  "Huff, huff..."

  "What terrifying breath."

  Supp himself with his sword, Medrosh stood up, notig that his right fiips, which had been grazed by the breath, were now frozen solid, devoid of any feeling.

  Fortunately, the Great Frost Yeti couldn’t tinuously breathe out frost and ime to recharge. Now it eagerly charged forward, i on engaging this small tiefling in close bat.

  "If I take a direct hit..."

  "I’ll die."

  The gravity of the situation weighed on Medrosh as he watched the approag yeti with heightened caution.

  Determined, Medrosh advanced with his sword.

  "Hexbde's Curse!"

  With a fierce shout, a dark neantic glow enveloped his sword as he swung it at the Great Frost Yeti.

  The yeti instinctively raised its thick, strong arms to block.

  The impact sent Medrosh flying, but his sword left a cursed mark on its fur, successfully binding the curse.

  "Awooooo—"

  The Great Frost Yeti stood paralyzed in pce.

  It clutched its head, letting out pained howls.

  Medrosh rolled through the snow to disperse the impact, ae the pain, he quickly rose to charge at the yeti again.

  "Roar—"

  The Great Frost Yeti howled again, its body shaking as it pous chest, struggling to break free from the curse.

  Medrosh knew he had only a minute.

  As a former padin of the Oath of Redemption, his sword once radiated with holy light, as though an angel had desded. Now, as an Oathbreaker, his bde glowed blood-red, like something from the depths of hell.

  But that didn’t matter; he was only bound to his own will now.

  "Sacred Strike!"

  With a fierce shout, he leaped high, his longsword enveloped in a crimson, sinister glow.

  But just as he was about to strike down, the Great Frost Yeti regained crity and raised a massive arm in defense.

  "Swish—"

  With a slig sound, Medrosh’s sword severed the yeti’s massive hand.

  The beast let out a cry of pain, anger, and fury.

  Its other hand lunged frabbing Medrosh mid-air.

  "Damn it!"

  Medrosh struggled frantically, but uhe yeti’s overp strength, he was immobilized.

  The massive jaws inched closer, filling his vision.

  He could feel the freezing breath emanating from its throat.

  Fueled by the agony of its severed hand, the Great Frost Yeti inteo devour the tiefling whole!

  Desperate, Medrosh raised his sword, using his st ounce of strength to block the yeti’s bite.

  "g—"

  His sword cshed against the yeti’s huge fangs.

  The nearby tiefling warriors rushed forward to help their leader.

  But their ons and arrows barely scratched the yeti’s thick fur, instead giving the other yetis a ce to terattack, causing further losses.

  Medrosh took advantage of the yeti’s distra from the minor attacks to cast his final Oathbreaker spell.

  "Darkness!"

  A shroud of darkness emanated from him, engulfing the yeti, blinding it.

  But even in the dark, as Medrosh sshed wildly, the creature held its grip tight, refusing to release him.

  The yeti tio roll through the snow, on the verge of esg the darkness.

  "No..."

  "I will lead my kin..."

  In the darkness, Medrosh’s bck eyes shoh resolve.

  "To survive."

  His swlowed blood-red again, as he struck at the yeti’s head.

  "Sacred Strike!"