Willow heard the whistle of a chain cutting through the air just as a long silver chain coiled around the descending blade, halting its fatal path. She looked up in surprise, relief flooding through her as the immediate danger was averted.
In mere seconds, what was once vast land became an endless plane of ice, frost floated through the air as Willow witnessed their hot breath float through the chilled mist. Though for a second it could be confused for Freya's ice, it was nowhere near as potent, yet for the guards it could still not be ignored. The very next moment there was a flash of blue, and suddenly the man connected to the sword that halted in front of her now floated through the air, face up, helpless as another chain wrapped around his body, it squeezed and coiled like a fierce snake.
Her eyes quickly darted to the slim, frosty-blue figure beneath the man, a chain linking them by her wrist. A confident grin played on her lips as the pale blue ice around her contrasted sharply with her lapis blue hair and shining ocean eyes. Most striking of all were her vibrant blue tail and cat ears.
Not a word was exchanged, only a wink as she tightened the chain that wrapped from one of her wrists and ended in her other palm, a dagger at the end that she used to tear through the man with fast and vicious precision.
Lizzy, The Demon Of The Icy Mist, has arrived on the battlefield!
With a smirk, she pressed her palm against the ice, which erupted with a deafening crash. Lizzy seemed intent on making as much noise and presence as possible as she was engulfed in a thick mist, rubble scattering through the air.
Freya was more concerned with the enemy ahead of her, even when held in Fenrir's jaws. Yet she could not ignore the silhouette she saw move through the mist, dart through the rubble, and dash at blinding speed toward Ivark.
Rage sparked through Freya's mind. Did this weak, random, nobody thinks they could slip by her just because they were a little fast?
No...
In under half a second, Freya moved like lightning of frost, cutting straight through the silhouetted Lizzy and splitting her asunder. Yet as she looked back at her work, she noticed the falling corpse, with a wide-eyed grin, as frost overtook Lizzy's body she smiled, "I'm the weaker relative of a war power, Izzy, he's strong as hell.. not me, I'm just a damn good distraction..."
In the next instant, the fake corpse exploded in frosty mist, and several more frost clones surrounded Freya, rage sparked through her mind, driving her actions.
Did this cocky random who she'd never heard of think being related to a war power made her relevant? She was weak, and with a swift slice, Freya annihilated each clone with such speed a second still hadn't fully passed since she cut down the original silhouetted clone.
Two whistling chains suddenly shot out of the mist, whipping around frantically. Did she think she stood a chance? It seemed so. With effortless precision, Freya sliced through both chains, dispelling the mist with a single glance. Her gaze locked onto Lizzy in the distance—a very real, very mortal threat. Freya was ready to sever her for her ignorance.
Finally, a full second had passed, and Freya realized what this entire thing had been—a diversion. At exactly 1.0 seconds since she had seen the first silhouette, Freya, with full readiness, attempted to return her attention to Kisane. But was she fast enough?
"Oi, Kisane!" called Liz, her voice cutting through the tension.
Kisane responded coolly, "Liz? I don't see you around much."
"Oh, you know me," Liz replied with a smirk. "I'm around."
Kisane chuckled, "You should be around more. The new kid's gonna surpass ya."
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The Apostle of Ruin
FantasyFollow the Stories of Rei and Kisane as well as many others as they figure out themselves and their reason for fighting in this world, with the threat of another Millennium War brewing. which realm will come out on top Destruction or Creation? In t...
