Another powerful wave came towards him, much stronger than before. It was as if the entire river had come to life, only to kill him.
Raven's grip tightened on the Sword of Frozen Sun as he struggled to his feet. Bloodied and battered, he knew he couldn't just stand there and let the Chief Guard do as he pleased. Despite his exhaustion, he had to defend himself.
With a determined glint in his eyes, Raven raised his sword. His sword shines in mysterious blue light, absorbing the cold elements from the surrounding. The ordinary sword was covered in an even thicker layer of ice, appearing as if it was a heavy sword.
Raven planted his feet on the ground, as he swung his sword with all his might. A drop of blood trickled down his forehead.