The Ice Beast, Zero

Silver stretched his right hand forward at Selena, seemingly it was his last act before Xerxes could sense the dragon's energy.

"Primordial Soul-Technique: Absolute Zero."

The air grew thick, then hollow, as the space between them began to distort with the first traces of unnatural frost. A soft hum, like the sound of glass shattering within a vacuum, echoed in the silence.

Selena's pulse quickened, her instincts screaming that something unfathomable was happening.

But before she could react, a sudden wave of unbearable cold washed over her—infinitesimal, precise, calculated down to the very molecules of her being.

The chill bit deeper than the sharpest blade, slashing through the warmth of her veins and freezing her very essence. Her breath, stolen by the unnatural frost, crystallized in the air before it could escape her lips.