Phei was right now a Sky Sovereign, one great stage beneath every Half-Divine beast surrounding him, yet whenever one of those black blades landed cleanly, hardened flesh opened beneath it.
More Frost Reavers rushed him.
Phei swept his perception outward, and the moment it crossed the sky, his Void-Ice answered with it without him doing anything:
A vast tide of black-white frost burst from his body like the last breath of a world already dying. It did not leave him so much as tear free, rolling outward in every direction until the air itself seemed to freeze around him and hang there, wounded; it poured from him in great invisible waves, swallowing distance, whitening the sky, and dragging a hurricane of frozen mist behind it as though the heavens had inhaled through Phei and exhaled winter back into the world.
