The moment it appeared, dense waves of freezing air spread outward, causing the temperature of the surroundings to plummet instantly.
Even space itself seemed to stiffen under the cold.
By the time the clones arrived before her, their fists already descending toward her chest.
She crushed the crystal without hesitation.
"Frozen Oracle: Fifth Decree… Frozen Barren Wastelands!"
Her voice was hoarse, yet filled with madness.
The moment the crystal shattered,
Endless Ice erupted.
A terrifying cold exploded outward from her body, instantly encasing her in layers upon layers of dense, ancient ice.
In a single breath, she transformed into a towering block of frost.
At the same time, the golden symbol above her froze.
Frost spread across its surface, sealing it in place as dense, chilling mist poured out from it.
The surrounding air became deathly cold.
It was as if a barren, frozen wasteland had descended upon the battlefield.
Everything slowed and stilled.
