A terrifying chill ravaged the land, freezing the very air into a white mist.
In an instant, the area transformed into a frozen hellscape. Hundreds of goblins were skewered by ice lances before they could even react, their shrill screams cut short. Some were even flash-frozen into ice sculptures by the extreme cold.
The little momentum the wave of green-skins had just managed to build was utterly shattered by this single blow.
Even the Undead Demoness floating in mid-air was not entirely spared.
A thick layer of frost rapidly coated her body. Her shrill, piercing shriek seemed to freeze in the air, suddenly diminishing, and even the beat of her wings grew stiff and sluggish.
Lynch's eyes widened in shock as he watched from the hill.
'This Ice Storm Scroll... what incredible power and range. It's definitely a Tier Five area-of-effect destructive Magic. Must've cost a fortune.'
'But this girl... she just threw it down without a second thought! Didn't even bat an eye!'
