The frost's devastating power could immobilize and shatter anyone reckless enough to engage it head-on.
Vulture's eyes narrowed as he studied the ice-type evolved zombie from a cautious distance.
The creature met his gaze with an unsettling, eerie grin, its razor-sharp, piranha-like teeth glinting menacingly.
Slimy saliva dripped between its teeth, forming threads that added to its grotesque appearance.
The sight sent a shiver down Vulture's spine, cold sweat forming on his back as a wave of unease washed over him.
In that moment, he realized the horrifying truth: this zombie wasn't just an elemental mismatch for him—it was stronger.
Its power radiated with an intensity that suggested it was not only more formidable but possibly even a level above him.
Suddenly, a flicker of doubt crept into Vulture's mind, eroding the confidence he had moments ago.
Yet, retreat wasn't an option.
