Zaliyah raised his hand toward the shattered panes of the high arched windows, the howling northern wind whipping his silver hair across his face. With a subtle flick of his slender fingers, he commanded the snow from the blizzard outside.
He pulled the frozen ambient moisture directly into the chaotic room, instantly transmuting the soft, tumbling white flakes into hundreds of razor-sharp, floating glass shards of ice.
They hovered in the air, a deadly constellation reflecting the light of the establishment.
The cornered noble screamed in terror. Channeling his remaining mana, the man conjured three large fireballs and hurled them forward in a desperate arc, hoping to melt the incoming ice shards attack.
But Zaliyah's ice was not born of ordinary water; it was forged from his elfen core, dense and attuned to a higher tier of elemental mastery.
