Freya stared at Aldrich. Her ice blue eyes were cold.
General Bjorn's voice echoed through the cave. "Begin!"
And Freya blurred forward she was fast so fast for her size.Her hands stretched out. The water suspended in the air moved with her like living ribbons. It obeyed her will completely.
Aldrich's eyes widened in shock. Within the blink of an eye, the northern young warlord had closed the distance between them. She was fast. Incredibly fast. This was the speed that warlords of the Frostholt Kingdom were known for.
She swung her right hand forward sharply.
The water moved with her motion. It formed into a liquid scythe, spinning and deadly. Then, in an instant, it solidified. The liquid became ice. Hard. Sharp. Lethal.
The ice scythe smashed straight toward Aldrich.But his body turned into pure light. He disappeared completely. And He reappeared a few meters away from her, safe.
