Leon didn't flinch.
He didn't dodge.
He didn't even raise a hand.
The projectile missed him by a hair, skimmed past his cheek, then hit Ragnar's remains with a dull, wet crack - those scraps of flesh that only moments ago had been a formless, butchered heap.
The ice punched through the skull as if it wasn't there.
And then it detonated.
A terrifying burst of frost erupted from the impact point, spilling over the body like white fire. In a single second, Ragnar's entire head was sealed inside a thick, transparent block of ice - warped facial features trapped beneath the surface, jaw frozen mid-grimace.
The air around them dropped several degrees instantly.
Leon turned his head slowly.
