The domain of one in the Seventh Class Advancement was vastly more powerful than that of someone in the Sixth Class Advancement.
Howling winds tore through the city and the distant mountains as the world itself was reshaped by a coldness far greater than anything the continent naturally produced.
Anyone caught within this cataclysm would instantly become ice.
A vast white realm had been created by the wrath of the Frost God.
Lord Faldren now stood upon the palm of a colossal giant forged entirely from divine ice, its body so impossibly massive that its head stretched high into the heavens where Matia could see it pressing against the world's barrier itself.
It stared down at her.
Cold.
Ancient.
Merciless.
Her own domain was different.
Within Matia's domain there was no god held in reverence.
No divine authority.
No higher existence worshipped above all else.
All she possessed was frost.
Cold.
Ruin.
Here everything froze.
Even doubt itself.
