The silence that followed the explosion was as heavy as the frozen air around it. Aelith slowly stood up, feeling the weight of fatigue. The undead knight, despite the cracks in his armor and the fragmented energy, still maintained his menacing stance.
"You truly are a worthy opponent," he said, his voice resounding like echoes from a grave. "But that only makes my victory sweeter."
Aelith clenched her fists. Small flakes began to swirl around her, but this time, the intensity was different. Each flake seemed to contain a devastating force, like fragments of the eternal winter itself.
"You have not yet seen all that I can do," she replied, her eyes glowing an icy blue.
