With their limbs now coated in a thin layer of frost, the monsters and skeletons tried desperately to shake it off or break it off, resulting in quite a few damaging themselves in the process; a skeleton snapped off its radial bone while a Goblin slapped its arms together, only to hiss as the frost shattered and sliced into its flesh, spreading it further like a disease.
Meanwhile, Anput and Jahi were rushing forwards, slamming into the horde and hoisting their blades as they began to cut down the chaff, cleaving a path through the horde towards the entrance of the mountain, where the guard golems waited with relaxed posture, idling beside the entrance.
With each rise and fall of their blades, a ding sounded out in my mind, informing me of the incoming experience as monsters and undead were killed left and right, the two working in tandem to protect one another as they pushed forwards, all while Leone and I sniped anything that got too dangerous looking or tried to flee.
