The first Wendigo was on the eastern side, pacing back and forth. Its back was to Kyle.
He moved slowly, each footstep deliberate. The mist helped — muffling sounds, hiding his shape.
Twenty feet. Fifteen. Ten.
The Wendigo's head turned slightly.
Kyle froze.
The creature sniffed the air. Its glowing green eyes scanned the mist. Then, after a few heartbeats, it turned back and kept pacing.
Kyle exhaled silently.
`Close. Too close.`
He waited until the creature reached the far end of its patrol route. Then he moved again.
Eight feet. Five.
He raised his sword.
`These things always scream the moment a fight starts. If I don't shut it up immediately, the others will come running.`
He activated his skill. Crimson glowed in his eyes.
`Don't scream.` The command sank into the creature's mind.
The Wendigo's mouth opened—then froze. Its jaw trembled. No sound came out.
But the creature felt something was wrong. It spun around, eyes locking onto Kyle.
Its axe came up fast.
