The Realm of Ice Elves (20)

Beneath her, the ground cracked and splintered under her weight, each step she took sending shockwaves through the ice, creating deep fissures that threatened to consume everything around her. Her presence alone seemed to bend the elements to her will, the air thickening with an almost sentient cold, forming a wreath of spectral frost that clung to her like a deathly aura.

She was not merely a queen—she was a living force of destruction, the embodiment of winter's cruelest wrath, a primordial terror born from the heart of the eternal ice.

And she descended upon them with wrath.

The Frostbound Queen's screech reverberated through the ravine, a sound so sharp and grating that Orion felt it in his bones, like an unnatural pressure trying to crush him from the inside. Yet he held his ground, gritting his teeth as his Crimson Colossus form surged, molten veins pulsing with raw and completely utter power.