The temperature plummeted so rapidly that the very air seemed to crackle with frost, and an eerie silence fell over the battlefield. The ground beneath them groaned, ice creeping along its surface like veins, spreading in jagged formations that glittered under the pale light. Snowflakes drifted down, but they did not fall gently—they whipped through the air like tiny razors, carried by the howling winds that surged outward from Alice.
The people behind her shuddered, their breaths turning into mist before their eyes. The cold seeped into their bones, making their muscles stiffen and their skin burn with icy pain. A survivor gasped, his teeth chattering as he clutched his arms.
"What… what the hell is happening?" someone stammered.
Another coughed, his breath thick with frost. "If this keeps up, we're going to freeze to death!"
