The forested slope stretched endlessly, shadows caught between jagged rock and thin trees. Selene moved without hesitation, her boots silent over damp earth. Every breath she exhaled shimmered faintly, the air around her always a little colder than it should be.
A rustle broke the stillness. From between the brush, three Riftfang Boars lunged forward—short-legged beasts with tusks dark as obsidian, sparking faint arcs of mana. Their small eyes glowed, hungry and vicious.
Selene didn't flinch. Her grip on her wand tightened, the crystalline rod pulsing faintly like frozen light.
"Cryo Grasp."
The ground beneath the first boar cracked with frost. Jagged, spectral hands of ice surged up, locking around its legs before spreading to its torso. It squealed and thrashed, sparks spitting uselessly against the frozen hold.
The second and third charged anyway. Selene's expression didn't change. She pivoted slightly, raising her wand.
"Frozen Lance."
