The icy tendrils coiled around my leg, refusing to release their grip, as she rose from the ground, her face contorted by a potent mixture of anger and determination. Her wand extended, a conductor of raw, unbridled power, and it was as though the very essence of her being flowed through it.
In the midst of this harrowing predicament, a surge of apprehension and fear coursed through me, envisioning the excruciating pain that awaited if she were to thrust that wand into my chest. Her gaze, brimming with icy resolve, sent shivers down my spine.
"I've never encountered an agent so vexing before, and the fact that it's a mere child exacerbates my irritation," she hissed with a venomous edge to her voice. "You youngsters are forever cloaked in naivety, believing you're saviors of the world just because they decree it. But no, it's not that simple."
