The Realm of Ice Elves (7)

The elf spun, their blades weaving a deadly dance as they aimed for weak points in Orion's armor. But Orion's mastery of the battlefield made him an immovable force. He predicted their next strike, stepping into their attack and parrying with a bone-rattling blow. Using the momentum, he pivoted, driving his knee into the elf's chest with enough force to crack their icy armor. The elf stumbled back, gasping, but Orion gave no respite.

Activating Blood Sacrifice, he extended his hand, and crimson tendrils erupted from his body, latching onto both the elf and the fallen mammoth. The tendrils writhed and constricted, pulling his enemies into a swirling vortex of blood and frost. The elf screamed, their body disintegrating into icy shards, while the mammoth's massive frame dissolved into a mist of frozen blood. When the vortex dissipated, nothing remained but a chilling silence.