The Gorvak let out a piercing, guttural shriek, its clawed fingers wrapping tightly around the ice sword embedded deep in its chest, its reptilian body trembling violently as it tried to endure the numbing pain spreading through its veins. Alice, standing just a few feet away, her breath steady and controlled, watched with an icy gaze as the creature struggled to pull the blade free, its thick, blackened blood dripping onto the forest floor. Without hesitation, she released her grip on the weapon, her fingers already moving to summon another blade of pure ice, its jagged form materializing in her grasp with a sharp crackle as the air around it turned frigid. She took a step forward, her body low, her muscles taut, ready to deliver the finishing blow.
Her next strike was aimed directly at the creature's head, her sharp ice sword gleaming under the dim light, but just as she was about to swing, a hand shot out, catching her wrist.
"Wait."
