Sweven

Push through a season's rage. Try see some secret entity that only takes its form when world is whipped by monstrous squalls. Mid quest, one hunter turns. His laughing breath heaves frostily, "There are no monsters here. Except the ones we bring... you see?" His spirit is a snarl. He lurches into screaming sleet. We hunt the hunter now through tempests of this deathless freeze.