The air was thick with the scent of blood and the echoes of battle cries as the Witch of Ice, Seraphina, a formidable sorceress feared by many, found herself entrenched in the midst of a furious conflict. Clad in flowing robes of icy blue and wielding her magic staff, she commanded the powers of frost and cold with an unmatched prowess. Frosty tendrils danced around her, crystalline armor protecting her from harm.

Her opponents, a sea of human soldiers, swarmed around her like ants, their weapons clashing against her magical defenses. She moved with grace and precision, freezing her adversaries in their tracks with icy blasts, shattering them into pieces with a flick of her wrist. Her powers were unparalleled, and she reveled in her supremacy.

But in the chaos of battle, a single soldier managed to break through her defenses. With a swift stroke of his blade, he pierced through her side, sending shockwaves of pain through her body. Seraphina, the Witch of Ice, staggered, her powers faltering for a brief moment, and in that instant, she realized her grave mistake.

She had underestimated her opponent, believing him to be defeated. The soldier she thought she had slain had only been incapacitated, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike back. The human's blade had found its mark, and as Seraphina crumpled to the ground, her strength waned, and her vision faded.