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, and her hair danced wildly in the wind. Her dark hair slowly turned a vivid shade of crystalline blue. Her skin turned pale, er 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.
