Swoosh!
Within the massive crimson barrier surrounding Damian's false world, a violent blizzard raged without end. Snow and ice churned through the air like living things while hurricane-force winds tore apart the frozen landscape. Entire walls of ice rose and collapsed beneath the storm's fury. Visibility should have been impossible, yet Damian continued forward with slow, steady steps as though he were taking an evening stroll through a peaceful park.
Every snowflake that drifted within a meter of his body disintegrated instantly.
Every gust of wind bent around him and shard of ice shattered before it could even touch him.
ROOOOOAAAAAAAAARRRRRR!
A deafening roar shook the heavens as thousands of ice weapons materialized throughout the storm. Spears, swords, axes, hammers, and jagged crystalline spikes filled the sky before racing toward Damian from every direction. The attack was beautiful in a terrifying way, like an avalanche given intelligence and purpose.
