The air in the training ground had begun to change, not just metaphorically, but physically.
Liora's anger was no longer a controllable spark, but had turned into a freezing storm engulfing her entire body and surroundings.
With her bloody face and disheveled hair, she resembled a banshee sworn to vengeance more than a knight.
Her hands gripped the hilt of her sword until her knuckles turned white.
Ice-blue energy overflowing from her mana core wrapped around the steel like a serpent, beginning to absorb the heat around it.
The ground beneath her feet froze with a crackling sound. The moisture hanging in the air suddenly crystallized, turning into diamond dust falling to the ground.
As she breathed in and out, the vapor escaping her mouth formed a dull gray fog cloud in the air.
"Ice Flower Sword Art," she whispered, her voice mingling with the howl of the wind. "Second Thorn: Frozen Graveyard."
