A few minutes later!
Thud!
"Arghhh..." Erick's groan echoed through the frozen wasteland, his body sprawled against the unforgiving ice.
A large, heavy boot was firmly planted on his back, forcing him to kiss the frost-covered ground.
"Xerxes, why don't you start with his head?" The voice, cold and commanding, belonged to a woman draped in a long, crimson hoodie.
Despite her slight frame, she stood with an aura of power.
At her feet lay the unconscious bodies of Helena, her form partially obscured by the ice.
Electricity crackled around her, a warning to any who dared to approach.
The woman's face was mostly hidden by the hood, but glimpses of pale, porcelain skin and strands of blonde hair peeked out.
Her piercing blue eyes glowed faintly in the night light, adding to her eerie presence.
