Chapter 8 The Final Stand

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The final stormfront hammered the cellar with wind and ice. New life signatures appeared across my monitor. The game labeled the moving masses of ice shards 'Frost-wraiths.' On the security feed, Derrick dragged Lia back to the entrance, putting almost all his weight on one leg. He hit the viewport with b****y fists. "YARA! YOU DID THIS! LET ME IN!" Two Frost-wraiths slid into view, moving much faster than anything that size should have moved. Derrick saw them, looked down at Lia, and tightened his grip on the back of her jacket. He threw her into the path of the nearest Frost-wraith. Her scream stopped when the creature closed around her. Her red dot blinked once and vanished. A small object shimmered in the snow where she had fallen. The item marker showed a high-tier drop. Derri

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