Battle in the Everfrost

The first Frostborne Specter lunged at me with unnatural speed, its form shifting like a wisp of mist before solidifying into razor-sharp claws.

I barely had time to react.

CLANG!

I reinforced my arms with Magicore, raising them just in time to block the strike. The sheer force of the impact sent a numbing chill through my body. Even with Ingi's barrier, the frost tried to sink into my bones, as if the Everfrost itself was rejecting our presence.

"Craig!" Fafnir called out, already engulfed in flames, his golden fire roaring against the icy wasteland. "Don't let them touch you for too long. These things don't just freeze you—they drain your life force!"

Zarathorak swung his clawed hand, dispersing two specters in one swipe, but they reformed instantly, the swirling blizzard acting as their lifeblood. "They regenerate fast. We need to disrupt the storm's mana flow or this fight won't end."