Honestly, the distance wasn't much. For someone in the first class advancement, they could cross it in mere moments.
But at this very moment… that short distance felt so far away.
It was as if time was moving slower; he felt as if something as abstruse as time was against them.
Damon had taken what little could be useful for the plan. He could sense the shadows under the water—well, actually, under the ice now. They had frozen solid.
Some of them had gone stiff, while others writhed, suffering under the effects of the potions Damon had tossed into the water.
The stronger ones though… they were doing just fine. A little stunned by the lightning, sure—but still able to move.
Slower than normal, weaker, some even drowsy, but still able to move, able to hunt. These abominations were powerful… worst still, something deeper could appear.
Which wasn't good news for Damon's party.
