The last of the Kal’kyrvars

Cold as the blizzard hitting her body was, she could not feel her grip around her cloth-wrapped mattock’s handle, regardless of how fierce her movements were.

In a maniacal manner, she ushered the snow and the wet soil away from her, feeling her breathing become heavier by the moment.

Few minutes had gone by, when she finally hit a strong surface, a crackling clank heard aloud amidst the tempest mountains of snow and fir.

Without a second thought, she cast her mattock aside, bright-green eyes wide open staring at the now revealed…