The black beast slowly makes its way through the frosty forest, its white eyes sparkling despite the darkness around it. The cold penetrates every cell of her body, and she feels how the dark magic that usually flows within her begins to fade. The wind howls, tearing the curtains of snow from the trees. Each snowflake that touches her skin is like a shard of ice, piercing and stealing the dark power that flows within her body.
- What humiliation... I never thought that I would find myself in such a situation and suddenly become a victim of elemental nature? - Mafirat hisses angrily, feeling her helplessness before the elements.
These trees seem to laugh, watching my suffering. Yes, in their dry, creaking branches are hidden condemning whispers: "She is not as strong as she claims."
But they do not know that rage rages within me. How dare they doubt me?
The wisps of black smoke that usually surrounded her black fur now seem motionless, as if even they are afraid of the cold.
- I HATE! - She lunges at the nearby trees with a deep, loud, growling roar and sinks her sharp fangs into the brittle, frozen tree bark.
One enemy is defeated, but the momentary feeling of satisfaction is replaced by bitterness and resignation to her true nature.
- This is not the time to throw tantrums. Pull yourself together and find shelter - Mafirat blew a cloud of hot steam into the frosty air and shook her flexible neck from the snow.
With this decision, she continues on her way, filling her soul with rage at her helplessness. She will wake up with the first rays of the spring sun and continue her journey.