A vigorous and spirited cleave, infused with the cold northern wind and the thunderous might from the storm, brought with it a sense of pleasure from the release of pressure. Fenna leapt high into the air, her hands forming the illusion of a frost blade, which she ferociously brought down in the chilly radiance of the Creation of the World.
The air was torn asunder, the nearby currents severely distorted by the high temperatures, and the descending blade began to show a plasma-like texture halfway down. Like fierce flames entwined around the frost-condensed blade, the spectacle of intertwining ice and fire was so bizarrely beautiful that even the fiend-like Heretics seemed evidently taken aback for a moment.
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