A bone-chilling cold enveloped the battlefield, freezing not only the air but also the courage of the Watchers. The frost penetrated their very souls, leaving them paralyzed, their blood seemingly frozen in their veins. Their expressions, once full of confidence and command, were now etched with shock and unease. Some instinctively retreated, as though attempting to escape the icy death spreading across the land.
Riyugi's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Myouka standing at the center of the snowstorm. Her familiar figure now resembled a valkyrie emerging from a nightmare. Riyugi's voice, almost lost to the howling winds, trembled: "Myouka… you…"
Myouka did not respond. Her gaze, as cold and unforgiving as glacial ice, exuded an unapproachable aura. Her eyes resembled a frozen lake, deep and impenetrable. Slowly, she raised her hand, moving with an elegance that belied the destructive power she wielded, as though weaving an intricate tapestry of death in this frozen wasteland.
Her quiver was empty, yet the power of ice and snow raged within her. With a single motion, she conjured an ethereal blue arrow from the air, its shimmering form materialized by pure frost. The wind roared in unison with her movements, intensifying into a deadly prelude as the arrow took shape. Myouka's movements were fluid and deliberate, each pull of the bowstring tightening the icy grip of winter on the battlefield. The arrow gleamed with a blinding frost, emitting a deep hum that resonated through the frozen air.
As the arrow left the string, it split into countless shards of light, scattering like starlight across the night sky. Despite their delicate appearance, the shards harbored an overwhelming destructive power. They coalesced into a dense formation, creating a glimmering web of frost. The shimmering blue light of the arrow shards exuded an unrelenting pressure, smothering everything in its path.
Watcher 24's voice trembled, a rare crack in her usual icy demeanor betraying her panic. "What… what is this?"
Her wide eyes remained locked on the expanding barrage of icy arrows, her gaze filled with both shock and dread. The cold emanating from the arrows pierced her very core, compelling her body into an uncontrollable shiver. The icy assault was not just cold—it was annihilative. As the frost spread, it suffocated any semblance of defiance.
Turning to flee, she realized too late that the air itself was infused with frost, constraining her every movement. Each step grew heavier, weighed down by an unseen force. The frost wrapped around her like a vice, smothering her defiance and replacing it with an overwhelming sense of despair.
The arrow barrage descended with merciless precision, its freezing impact devastating the battlefield. Each icy projectile carried the chill of death, shattering everything it touched. Summoned beasts, desperate to escape, were frozen upon impact, the frost spreading rapidly across their bodies. The air crystallized, coating their forms in frost before they cracked and shattered into fragments, scattering in the wind.
The Spider Queen, once an imposing figure, found her massive legs frozen mid-motion. The frost crept along her carapace, encasing her completely. Her crimson eyes glared with fury, but even that fire was extinguished as the ice consumed her. Her once-mighty form, reduced to an intricate sculpture of ice, shattered like porcelain, leaving nothing but shards on the frozen ground.
The smaller demons and bats fared no better. Their bodies, upon contact with the frost, turned brittle, their movements slowing to futile attempts at escape. The icy arrows pierced their wings, reducing them to frozen remnants that crumbled mid-flight. Each shattered creature left behind an eerie silence, punctuated only by the soft rustling of ice fragments falling to the ground.
The entire battlefield transformed into a frozen wasteland, a realm of desolation where life and warmth could not endure. The once-ferocious cries of battle were silenced, replaced by the haunting whisper of the wind as it carried the remnants of Myouka's wrath.
Watcher 24, trembling uncontrollably, muttered under her breath, her confidence shattered. "This… this is unstoppable…"
Her screams, commands, and defiance were all swallowed by the relentless frost. The Spider Queen, her last line of defense, crumbled into fragments of ice. Watcher 24 could do nothing but watch as Myouka's arrows reduced her summoned creatures to icy debris scattered across the ground.
When the barrage ended, the battlefield was left in utter silence. The chaotic roar of combat was replaced by a chilling stillness, as though the world itself had been frozen in time. The once-vibrant landscape was now a pale, frozen graveyard, every inch of it suffused with an unyielding frost.
Myouka stood motionless amidst the frost-covered ruins, her hands slowly lowering to her sides. The battlefield lay subdued before her, the lifeless fragments of her enemies scattered like remnants of a cruel winter storm. Her reflection shimmered faintly on the frozen pools of blood, her expression as cold and indifferent as the frost she commanded. Even as her power receded, the chill in the air lingered, a testament to the absolute dominance she had unleashed.