Draven stood still, watching Annalise with his cold, calculating eyes. Her body shivered in clear frustration, the simmering rage that had once flickered beneath her surface now bursting forth. Draven could see it—the shift, the change in her stance. The moment her eyes snapped open, they were no longer the red hue of her previous attacks. Now, they were blazing blue, glowing with an intensity that sent a wave of coldness crashing toward him. The air grew heavy, and Draven felt the freezing pressure tightening around him, forcing him to step back, his body reacting instinctively to the sudden chill.