Third Person's POV
As they stared upward in stunned silence at the cataclysm unfolding in the heavens, Ethan finally forced himself up from the muddy crater where he had been thrown with his face down into the mud.
His face was smeared with wet mud and grit as it hid both the faintly intoxicated smile still lingering on his lips and the crimson handprint that burned on his cheek, sparing the girls from noticing his embarrassing state.
He was still lost in his lustful fantasy, but his mind soon cleared when he felt the loud explosions in the sky.
A breath later, cold mist rolled across his skin as he roused his icy mana, leading to it surging outward.
Frost spread rapidly over his face, forming a forbidding mask as it froze the mud solid before it shattered into fine flakes of ice that fell away like snow, leaving his skin clean once more.
