Kyle could feel the situation around him—the scent of blood, the cries, the turmoil and carnage engulfing everything. Taking a deep breath, he struck four of the seven bodies flying with a brutal blow. His eyes flared white, the air around him snapping with pure energy as he muttered softly.
"Celestial Domain."
The name of the skill was different than before. No longer Ice Domain—it was now Celestial Domain, absolute in its authority.
The moment the two words left his lips, a wave of biting cold spread in all directions.
A massive cold domain formed over the battlefield, freezing everything it touched.
Those nearest Kyle were the first to freeze into ice sculptures, and then every surface, every shadow, every tendril tied to the law of death stilled under the oppressive cold.
Even the spreading, devouring darkness halted, solidifying into jagged structures alongside the countless formless beasts.
