His jaw was obliterated. He could feel his tongue floating in blood filling his throat, but he couldn't see and wasn't sure if the strike had destroyed his eyes or if it was just shock.
Everything was dark. The agony was so severe that it canceled itself out, though he could sense his healing ability struggling to rebuild his jaw.
But suddenly, when he thought the Gate God would finish him for good, he felt something cold envelop him, as if he'd been wrapped in snow or covered by an icy blanket.
Actually, he was covered in ice.
Ice covered him completely. The whole arena was freezing slowly and methodically, and Haven was controlling it all.
Her skin appeared even paler than usual, sigils radiating around her neck and brow, frost creeping across her own flesh as frigid air swept over the battlefield.
