Ray stood at the centre of the frost, his breath hitching as the memories of the Far East War threatened to resurface. He looked at his hands, still trembling from the cold he commanded.
The world went silent. The dark flames didn't just extinguish; they turned into delicate glass sculptures of soot and ash, shattering into dust. The ground beneath the assassin’s feet blossomed into a forest of jagged ice pillars, pinning him instantly. Hyouken no Majutsushi ga Sekai wo Suberu: Sekai...
"Die, elite filth!" the assassin roared, unleashing a torrent of dark flames. Ray stood at the centre of the frost,