A series of sharp ice shards flew in Khan's direction, threatening to dig holes into his body. The attack had the same power as a fourth-level mage's spell, which would usually force him to dodge. However, Khan kept advancing, slamming headfirst into those dangerous spikes.
A noise of shattering glass resounded, trying to expand in the chaos of the battlefield. Tiny ice shards flew everywhere, creating a cloud of shimmering reflections, but a dark figure quickly crossed it, and the spell's leftovers evaporated under its pressure.
Khan stepped forward, his body covered in an intricate net of clotted blood vessels. Shallow holes had littered his skin, but those injuries were already closing. Meanwhile, his bright gaze fell on the huge creature before him.
