The airflow became chilly all of a sudden, ethereal blue dots of light drifting through the air like winter snow.
A layer of ice crept over everything in the distance, spreading across the blood-soaked battlefield.
And all the dead snapped their eyes open.
Frost churned. Those severed in ice felt the biting cold stitch their halves together.
Those missing limbs felt the ice crackle and sprout, forming semi-transparent replacements.
The ethereal glow of winter blue settled across the vast distance as the army of the Frozen rose.
From the distance, Seth watched, his scalp going numb.
He could feel Elaine's presence, her palpable storm of essence — so he knew this was her doing.
But still…
"Damn!" he exclaimed, staring at the dead rising. Though their auras weren't as threatening as when alive, they still had deadly sharp silver horns and nigh-unbreakable scales intact.
This was an army to be reckoned with.
