The Ruin Knight—a creature shrouded in white frost, its body veiled beneath layers of cursed ice—emerged from the haze. It was a powerful Rank Three monster, and though Damon had battled worse, few had annoyed him like this one.
Its form was hidden in that relentless frost, and its nascent domain hadn't yet matured, but it was still dangerously close to breaking into Rank Four… or so Damon suspected. He couldn't be sure.
'Could be a powerful ability.'
Only those chilling blue eyes were visible, glowing like twin moons in the mist. Just approaching it caused the body to seize up with frostbite—even for Damon, whose body was built with elemental and magical resistances.
And it never came alone.
Its minions—soldiers of ice—always followed, hollow-eyed warriors that clanked and screeched across the broken terrain like rusted instruments in a dying orchestra.
Damon had slain plenty of ice-attribute monsters, both humanoid and grotesque. But the Ruin Knight?
