Zanya said. "I think we should be very serious about killing him now."
Then she addressed the small girl directly. "Frigoris. Kill him."
The girl gave a single, small nod, then she crouched low to the ground, her small hands pressing against the broken stone, and the air around her began to grow unnaturally cold.
The moment her feet left the ground, the earth itself seemed to reject her weight as though she were something unnatural, something that did not belong in the world of ordinary gravity and ordinary limits.
Stone plates cracked and flew upward in a sudden, violent burst, shards spinning into the air like shrapnel as her small frame launched skyward with a force that defied the modest size of her body.
