Zarah planted her foot and arched backward before swinging her arm forward in one fluid motion.
A torrent of ice burst from her outstretched hand.
It raced across the battlefield like a freezing tide before erupting upward into a forest of jagged spikes.
The first orc, which had thrown itself forward with its weapon raised, was swallowed by the attack before it could even react.
The momentum of the spell didn't stop there.
The surging ice continued through the group, slamming into the orcs behind it as towering spikes erupted beneath them, impaling several where they stood and hurling others off their feet.
The battlefield instantly dropped in temperature.
A thin layer of frost spread across the ground while shards of ice drifted through the air.
Several of the orcs were left badly wounded, their movements noticeably slower as frost rapidly crept across their bodies.
Zarah didn't give them a chance to recover.
Another surge of mana gathered in her hands.
