"Got you," Azhriel said, his voice cold and steady as his hand clamped around Kerip's neck.
A deep chill ran down the demon's spine — a primal warning of death.
He didn't need to turn his head to know what was coming. He could feel it. That same terrifying energy, that same freezing power from before.
Frost Explosion.
The air trembled as mana gathered in Azhriel's other hand.
Frost spun violently, forming a swirling sphere of pure, condensed ice and mana. Its glow reflected in Azhriel's azure eyes, sharp and merciless.
[Frost Explosion — An Advanced-ranked spell that compresses raw frost and mana into an unstable, explosive form. The more mana used, the deadlier the result.]
Kerip's body tensed. For the first time since the fight began, real fear flashed through his mind. His instincts screamed at him — death was standing right behind.
He tried to move, to fight back, but his lightning-coated hands slipped on the frozen ground again and again. His body refusing to obey him.
