One step closer to Don's Blood

"Hold on a sec," Michael said, turning back towards the frozen serpent and the two fleeing figures, his smile fading as quickly as it had appeared. 

"Forgot about a few loose ends."

He raised a hand, channeling his power once more. Another wave of Frostbite, even more potent than the last, slammed into the serpent, encasing it in a thicker layer of ice. The monstrous creature, already frozen solid, didn't even have time to twitch before it was completely immobilized, its two heads locked in expressions of eternal agony.

"Now, where were those little shits going?"

He spotted them, a blur of motion against the backdrop of the ravaged battlefield. The tall, wiry elf and the hulking woman with gray hair. They were almost at the edge of the pocket dimension, their hands glowing with the telltale shimmer of a teleportation spell.

"Nice try, assholes," Michael chuckled, shaking his head. "But you're not getting off that easy."