Northern gleamed coldly as the creature steadied itself. In that instant, another fearsome javelin shrieked through the air and buried itself into the Leviathan's hind limb, causing it to stagger backward.
Northern didn't waste the moment. As the creature reeled backward, he manifested a rod of ice in his grasp. In an instant, the rod turned crisp white, emanating cold, dreadful wisps of smoke.
He launched forward with tremendous force, halted abruptly mid-air, and hurled the spear straight into the exact point where the javelin had struck.
Northern's aim was flawless! It connected with the javelin's edge, drove it fully inside the monster, and plunged itself deep as well, leaving half its length protruding outside.
The cold smoke that emanated from the spear began to spread around the wound—slow but relentless. Northern had, after all, improvised such a thing on the spot.
