Snow whipped across the shattered cliff as Vaelith stood unmoving, frost gathering in her hair. Before her, the mercenaries hesitated—swords drawn, breath visible. She raised one hand. Ice spiraled from her fingertips, coiling into a storm. “You were warned,” she said coldly. The wind howled as a wave of frozen fury engulfed them, swift and merciless.
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