The Baron didn't waste words.
With a sharp gesture, he signaled Zephyr and Lumin toward the snow-choked entrance of the west wing anchor. His spear, Duskpiercer, erupted in living flames, the heat rippling through the blizzard's bite.
He had to get serious this time.
Looming out of the swirling white were three massive Alpha-rank Mistborns.
The first stood eight feet tall, its elongated limbs ending in jagged, icicle-like claws. Its body constantly shifted between solid and mist, making it nearly impossible to track.
The second moved on six spindly legs, its torso rotating unnaturally as it skittered across the snow like some nightmarish insect. Multiple vortex-mouths dotted its form, each whispering different tormenting phrases.
But the third...
Ten feet of pure terror. Its massive form pulsed with corrupt aura, and its screech tore through the storm, a sound that bypassed ear defenses entirely.
"KAAAAAA-!"
