"Goodbye, mutt."
Kelly's words had barely faded when the temperature inside the cavern suddenly dropped.
The change was instantaneous. The scorching heat left behind by the hellhound's flames disappeared, replaced by an unnatural silence that spread across the battlefield.
A single snowflake drifted down from the darkness above.
Kelly instinctively looked upward as more snow began falling from the ceiling. Within moments, countless white crystals filled the cavern, creating a scene that was strangely beautiful and peaceful.
Yet something felt wrong. Not a single snowflake touched Kelly.
Instead, every snowflake curved through the air as if guided by an invisible force, all of them moving toward one destination—the hellhound.
The beast growled uneasily as its remaining golden eye moved around, unable to understand what was happening.
