Cain lay on his back for some time...
Not by choice, but because he truly couldn't move.
His body shivered lightly, and his eyes, left wide open, were bloodshot.
'I... I almost died there.'
The chill from that spirit was much different than any other he had ever felt.
There was no special divine property, nor did it feel ancient or mystical.
No...
The difference, was that it was just much, much colder.
It was so cold, Cain believed it could even freeze a flame.
Not that he was keen on trying it out.
He raised his hand. Looking at his purple fingers, he smiled bitterly.
Although they were gradually healing, of he had been a normal human, his fingers, and perhaps his entire hand, would have had to be amputated.
It was terrifying to think about.
Once his body had recovered, he slowly rose to his feet.
He jolted back in surprise when he caught a glimpse of something at the door to his cabin.
He turned around, then he breathed a sigh of relief,
