These words came from the depths of his blood, as if naturally.
Immediately, Dravus' attack swooped down on Zarthan, who had no way of avoiding it because the ice cubes were so numerous and, above all, so fast.
Zarthan's armor protected him from the first icicles, but the first dozen or so crashed into his armor and it shattered completely, much to Zarthan's despair.
He felt the cold seep into every fiber of his being as the remaining icicles pierced his flesh.
The shock left him breathless, and his unshakeable confidence crumbled under the weight of humiliation.
Each impact was a lesson in pain, a brutal affirmation that, for the first time, he was powerless.
He fell to his knees, his armor in shreds, his purple blood dripping onto the partly frozen ground. His hands trembled as he tried desperately to get to his feet.
But his body no longer responded.