Last one?
Ace stood in the vast grassland, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of the wild. Thirty fierce-looking wolves, each at level 50, encircled him, their eyes fixed on their prey. Unfazed by the odds, Ace knew that this was the perfect opportunity to use his origin ability, transmutation.
Taking a deep breath, Ace focused his mind and channelled the energy within him. A surge of power emanated from his core as he tapped into the essence of transmutation. His hands glowed with a pulsating light as he willed the transformation to begin.
The grassland beneath his feet responded to his command. Blades of grass turned into ice, spreading out in a wave, creating a slippery and treacherous surface. The wolves, taken aback by this sudden change in terrain, struggled to maintain their footing.