"Wait, what?!" Bloodveil's expression froze in disbelief. Why the hell are they coming after me? he thought bitterly. Go after Ethan! He's the real threat here—I just tried a little sneak attack, and it didn't even work!
But Tharen wasn't having it. His jaw clenched tight, eyes burning with fury.
"Creeping around in the shadows? That just makes you worse. I'll take you out first—then I'll deal with that white-shirted Zombie King!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the air around him dropped several degrees. Frost gathered at his fingertips as he slammed both palms into the ground. In an instant, a forest of razor-sharp ice spikes erupted from the earth, spreading outward like a deadly tide.
The battlefield was soon blanketed in jagged ice, glinting under the pale light.
Bloodveil's brow twitched. Seriously? You think I'm just gonna stand here and take it?
