The flow of verdant essence ramped heavily, bursting through the restraints of the Cryo Chains. Four frames spread and zipped into the distance to create space, while the last was trapped in place.
From behind, the frozen sheet cracked and void bled. The pristine white claw tightened its grip, digging into the creature's head.
The cracks over the sheet spread and chipped, and with a heavy cackle, it burst into glistening shards—space itself making way for the extreme current of cold.
A silhouette, the owner of the massive claw, walked out. Immediately the fracture began repairing itself. A majestic, beautiful but horrifying creature came into view.
This creature truly bore the embodiment of the very noun Wraith—a sinister mass of pristine air-cutting claws and armor.
Hollow empty sockets in its head blazed with a Prussian blue flame, its maw a jagged mass of bone-crunching glaciers.
