Stardust Magic Continent Adventurer

The leaden clouds were very low, and the snowflakes were like torn pieces of linen, swirling and hitting Willow's chain mail. He was half-kneeling on the ground, clutching the broken lance in his right hand. The tip of the lance was still stuck in the snow, and the splashed snow had frozen into ice. Not far away, three direwolves were slowly approaching. Their fur was like melted asphalt, their eyes were dancing with green light, and saliva dripped from their sharp fangs, making small dents in the snow.