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In one moment i saw a bright light and in the next i find myself beeing traped in a raging blizzard. Left behind by my so called comrades and beeing pursueded by Specters who had a strong resemblance to the fallen warriors i slew.

The snow and wind tugged on me and the specters enjoyed hunting me like an animal.
Too weak to fight back, i fell on my knees and was ready to accept my doom.
But if not for my savior who chased them off with some kind of light, i would have been done for.
This "savior" is a strange creature which looked like a dog.
With a soothing deep voice he introduced himself as Garm
and that i needed to trust him if wanted to get out of this Hellhole. 

Garm: "This bonfire won't hold them off for long.
     Are you prepared to survive and reach the end, Raz?" 

I nodded.
How does this Garm know my name and why is he helping me?
If i wanted to get some answers and stay alive, what other choice do i have, really?
With the little strength left in my frozen body, i stood up and pulled my daggers.

Garm:" They are coming..."