A creeping cold penetrated Kael's body, tingling his spine and causing him to involuntarily shiver.
A thin layer of snow covered the ground, like a holy white carpet, the stains of the world absent from it.
As Kael's breath shot out from his flared nostrils in the form of white steam, his aura began to build up.
Using his mouth, he pulled the two metal quills out of his paw, letting the blood drip down and stain the pristine white snow.
He looked down to see ice slowly climbing up his limbs. It looked like this was merely a wide area of effect move but it was principally focused on Kael.
He could feel his joints aching and his limbs felt numb. "If it has come to this, why not just tear away all pretense," Kael said.
His words were not privately delivered but echoed in the minds of all present, causing a lot of confusion. Who was he talking to?
