A sudden shift in energy engulfed the chamber, a gust of wind tore through the air, carrying with it an icy chill that permeated Damien's surroundings. In a matter of moments, frost began to creep up his legs, encasing him in a glacial prison that extended to cover his entire form. Atop his head, a crown of ice materialized, casting an ethereal blue glow that illuminated the room.
With eyes ablaze in a radiant blue hue, Damien stood amidst the icy tendrils, his aura pulsating with an otherworldly power that seemed to eclipse the very essence of the space around him. With a triumphant roar, he unleashed spikes of ice shards from the ground, intent on impaling Blake where he stood.
