The Realm of Ice Elves (9)

Aisa's Ghost Armor glimmered like the aurora, a shifting cascade of light and shadow that left her form semi-translucent, ethereal and otherworldly. Every movement she made was fluid and precise, her Ghost Step rendering her untouchable as she phased in and out of reality with disorienting speed. Her presence on the battlefield was a ghostly mirage, each strike of her Silent Blade so swift and silent that enemies fell before realizing she was there.

An ice chimera, a terrifying fusion of frost wolf, serpent, and bird, charged at her with a guttural roar, its massive claws gouging deep trenches in the frozen ground. The beast lunged, its three heads snapping and spitting shards of ice in all directions. Aisa waited until the last possible moment before activating Ghost Step, her body dissolving into mist as the chimera's claws tore through empty air. She reappeared atop the beast's back, crouched low, her daggers gleaming with the spectral energy of High Ghostly Presence.