The cockatrice exhaled deeply, its breath clouding the air as frost danced around it. Then, in a voice that was both calm and foreboding, it muttered:
"Mana Freeze."
In an instant, the temperature plunged further, as if the world itself had been plunged into an eternal winter.
The cockatrice unleashed a surge of power, and a blizzard erupted around it, the winds howling like wild spirits.
Snow and ice spun violently, creating a swirling vortex of destruction.
Alex shielded his face as the bitter cold gnawed at his skin, even through his protective gear.
The air felt heavy, saturated with icy mana, and frost began spreading across the ground in jagged patterns.
The transformation of the battlefield was terrifyingly complete. Ice coated everything, turning the already-frozen wasteland into a deathly Arctic expanse.
Trees groaned under the weight of thick frost before shattering into glittering shards.