Without uttering any words, Veremos unleashed an ice bullet at Ethan, a deadly projectile that seemed to defy the laws of nature.
Its velocity cracked the ground beneath, leaving a wake of sonic booms echoing through the desolation that surrounded them.
Ethan remained motionless, his figure stark against the backdrop of chaos. He knelt beside Ryan's lifeless body, but his immobility spoke of a spirit crushed, devoid of any motivation to evade the impending doom.
The ice bullet hurtled forward, a gleaming shard of malevolence, closing the distance with a malevolent eagerness. Veremos reveled in the scent of impending triumph, the aroma of victory hanging thick in the air.
The battle-worn earth beneath Ethan's trembling form trembled in anticipation of the clash.