"Could it be that you are..." Bryan's voice trailed off, his eyes widening in horror as if he had stumbled upon an inconceivable truth.
Before he could finish speaking, Leslie, now covered in a cold aura, moved with the agility of a cat.
She leaped through the air, her speed increasing tenfold as if she had crossed the boundaries of time and space.
Her spear thrust out swiftly, piercing Bryan's throat, causing blood to spray forth.
Bryan's expression froze, and his tense body went limp like a deflated balloon.
Ice crystals began to form at the wound where the spear had pierced him, quickly spreading to cover his entire body.
Leslie gave the spear a sharp twist, and Bryan's head flew high into the air.
His frost-covered body shattered like fragile porcelain, breaking into pieces the size of soybeans, falling to the ground and turning into even finer ice crystals, covering the earth.
Bryan was dead!