Eira's crystalline expression registered the heartbeat like she had just watched the impossible unfold — a single, frozen instant where her ancient mind whispered, 'what the fuck.'
For one suspended breath her ancient mind could only whisper the same stunned, profane thought that echoed through every facet of her being.
The projectile she had hurled back at him — a return shot packed with nearly twice his outgoing power and loaded with the full crushing density of her power — should have torn through his upper torso the way the first snowball had unmade the primordial spire.
He should have maybe dodged or tried to be concerned.... like at least flinched... anything that proved the lesson still belonged to her.
Instead, the snowball slammed into his chest at full murderous force — and simply dissolved.
