"No, we won't abandon—"
Before the soldiers could voice their defiance, a sudden gust of powerful wind and snow erupted from the colossal Mistborn, slamming into them with concussive force.
"!" Elria's words died in her throat.
One attack. That was all it took. Her unit, scattered like rag dolls across the drifts, groaning in pain.
She turned, slow and stiff, toward the towering giant, her horror growing as its mouth seemed to curl into a mocking, silent sneer, a chilling expression of contempt for them and their useless resolve.
It barely deigned to glance at her, yet that dismissive gaze was enough.
With an imperceptible shift, it pointed a colossal, misty hand at them.
In the churning air before its palm, countless large, long, and impossibly sharp ice arrows began to form, each one around seven feet in length, shimmering with lethal intent.
Then, with a casual flick, they descended - a deadly barrage meant to annihilate everything in its wake.
