The seven cleared a fifty radius as the Snow Creeper reared back and unleashed everything it had.
The blizzard detonated outward from its body in a thirty-meter dome of ice. Wind tore across the wasteland at killing speed, and the air filled with a storm of razor icicles, hundreds of them, spinning outward in every direction with enough force to punch through armor.
Inside the storm blizzard, visibility dropped to nothing.
The team watched from the edge, just beyond the radius, snow lashing at their faces.
The blizzard howled for several seconds, and when it finally thinned, the Snow Creeper lay collapsed at the center of its own storm, its body riddled with its own icicles, killed as much by its final attack as by the wounds the team had dealt it.
The notification flashed across Moon's vision.
[You have killed a Level 60 Five-Star Snow Creeper]
[You have gained 3,410 Lives]
He credited the kill, though the team had earned it together.
