The world turned white.
It wasn't the blinding white of holy light, but the stark, terrifying white of a sudden, deep freeze. Alvian didn't cast a blizzard. He cast a concentrated beam of [Frost Descent +2] directly at Kincaid's chest plate as the warlord descended.
"FWOOOSH!"
The sound of the spell was a high-pitched whistle of freezing air. The beam hit Kincaid mid-air.
Kincaid screamed. It wasn't a scream of pain from a wound, but of shock. The cold bit through the magical insulation of his armor instantly. The gold, glowing yellow a moment ago, turned a dull, lifeless grey. Frost crystals bloomed across the surface of the metal, spreading like wildfire.
The [Aurum-Adamantite] alloy, prized for its ability to flex and absorb impact, underwent a catastrophic state change. The extreme cold stole the kinetic energy of the molecules. The metal contracted violently. It lost its flexibility. It became brittle.
