Zephyrus's Frozen Light Beam

Zephyrus, his eyes sharp and determined, stepped forward to prepare for the initial assault. He knew that despite the overwhelming numbers of his army, the Cute Titans were not to be underestimated. His instincts told him that Vargus and his warriors had hidden depths of strength and strategy.

Taking a deep breath, Zephyrus reached for his Seraphic Frost Bow, the weapon radiating an icy aura as he drew it from his back. The bow was a masterpiece of divine craftsmanship, combining the holy essence of light and the piercing chill of ice. He flexed his fingers, feeling the power coursing through the Seraphic Frost Glove that would generate the arrow for his attack.

His movements were precise and fluid, a testament to his training and mastery over his abilities. As he drew the bowstring back, he channeled his energy into the glove, allowing it to form a Holy Ice Arrow. The arrow materialized, glowing with a soft, ethereal light that intensified as he focused.