An Offer Laced in Murder!

Sylvie didn't learn any new spells, and the one used to kill the alpha was just a slightly altered Ice Wall, casting each part of the icicle wall separately to form deadly spikes of ice that grew from the ground.

She could control the speed, thickness and density of the magic, but this would drain her mana and stamina rapidly. Faced with a pack of bloodthirsty, desperate wolves that were starved and filled with anger, she trembled slightly.

"Filthy dogs." She muttered a curse to boost her confidence.

Her hands swiped through the air, using movement and visual cues to help her build mana into the form of a small pentagram, modelled after Leonhardt's eyes.

She took a deep breath, calming her nerves, then spoke in elvish.

"Frigus!"

The spell name, or rather keyword, just meant frigid and was a play on words.