The blizzard she unleashed wasn't just for show.
Tiny specks of frost exploded outward in all directions, sharp enough to cut through skin, hard enough to obscure vision. Most would've retreated, tried to defend.
I ran straight through it.
Her ice clung to my clothes, nipped at my cheeks, but I didn't stop—not for a second. I knew what she was doing. It was a delay tactic. Her real attacks always came after the curtain of cold settled.
So I had to reach her before that happened.
I weaved left, then right, zigzagging through the storm of frost like a shadow dancing through snowfall. My eyes, half-lidded, narrowed with focus. Her figure emerged in the distance—a glowing silhouette of silver hair and outstretched hands.
There.
She extended her fingers toward the ground—
Crack!
Dozens of frozen spikes erupted from below, like teeth from a beast's maw.
