Alora was frozen in place, not from the extreme cold, but from the danger she felt.
She felt it clearly, the power, the weight, the force. It was heavy and it was terrifying.
To be stared at by such a powerful being was no different than being forced to carry a mountain.
Alora could still move, but it was like the universe was warning her.
The ground she stood on cracked, web-like lines spread out from beneath her feet. This wasn't due to her weight or the force of her power, this was a result of the impact of a very powerful gaze.
If this gaze had landed on a weaker creature, the creature would have been instantly destroyed.
But Alora's body was powerful enough to withstand the enigmatic force of this gaze of destruction, so the icy ground beneath her suffered for it.
What was most terrifying of all was that a being with such power could have easily prevented this from happening if it had just controlled itself.
