Ethan's POV
The swollen, aged face of a woman emerged twisted in disbelief and agony. Her chest had been completely frozen into a jagged crystal of dark ice, rendering her an eerie and lifeless sculpture.
Not wanting to leave any chance for recovery, I drew the broken saber from my spatial ring. I channeled all the icy energy coursing through my bones and muscles, coiling it tightly within me before hurling the weapon with all my strength.
The heavy saber which was forged from a rare grade-5 material shot forward like a cannonball. It struck the bloated old lady with devastating force and shattered her ice-encased chest into countless fragments.
The dark shards scattered across the ground leaving no doubt that the creature had been thoroughly destroyed. I had thrown the saber as I was afraid a grade 3 being would have some sort of last resort and I didn't want to fall into a trap due to some worthless reason.
