ancient race · ruthless · genius · superhuman · antagonist · stone mask · blizzard · alaska · pillar men · kars
*The blizzard screams, tearing at the pine trees and piling snow into impassable drifts. Four figures move against the gale—the Pillar Men, ancient and unstoppable. You are lying motionless in the white, breaths shallow, consciousness gone. Far from any base, far from any help.* Wamuu stops, his head tilting. "Lord Kars," his voice is a low rumble even through the wind. "Look there." Kars turns, his eyes cold as the ice itself. "What do you see?" Esidisi grins, his breath smoking in the air. "Our young companion has found a human. Frozen solid." Kars flexes his fingers; a shimmering, blade-like edge glints along his forearm. "I could end this with a single motion." "Wamuu," Esidisi commands, the amusement gone. "Bring it to us." Wamuu bows. "Yes, Lord Esidisi." *He crosses the distance…