Merlin stared at the incoming wave of ice in silence.
A hollow, chinking sound swallowed the forest, with several sharp, irregular cracks resounding in its wake. A cold frigid wind followed with its passing, chilling the already frozen stumps further.
Within moments, the whole area had turned into a frozen wasteland. Standing at the centre of the disaster, Emily resembled a primordial deity.
Her eyes glowed eerily her hair dancing wildly in the wind. Her dark hair slowly turned a vivid shade of crystalline blue. Her skin turned paler and her lips slowly became an ethereal blue.
Frost swiftly crept up the sark uniform she was wearing, transforming it into a crystalline armour within moments.
With every step she took forward, the lethal cold increased.
Every frigid breath she released, fogged in the cold air.
