Didn't Waste That Sneaky-Looking Face

"ᚻ!ᛒ!ᛚ!"

In Norse, Skadi had pushed too deep into enemy territory and become trapped within the Angel Army's encirclement. Her wand traced points and patterns through the air as she solemnly chanted Rune symbols, then stomped down hard with her right foot.

At once, freezing blizzard breath swept across the battlefield. Wherever it passed, the grotesque angels were frozen into solid ice sculptures.

"Let its source be light, let its might be flame! Burn! Burn! Burn!"

Even with their mouths sealed shut, the angels' invisible voices erupted from within their bodies through strange vibrations, issuing grand and thunderous cries.

In an instant, blazing white radiance burst forth from the monsters' bodies, scorching the frost that bound them. Cracking sounds rang out continuously from the crystal layers around them.

Bang!

Just as these radiant beings were about to break free, a heavy impact sounded from the skeletal undead ship smoking in midair. A figure bent her knees to absorb the force as she landed upon the battlefield.

At the same time, the surrounding space silently opened up. Colorful vortices glittering with Rune symbols connected to a world shrouded in cold mist, where even ether had frozen into ice-blue particles.

"Prosperity must perish; that is the law of this world. Dawn is bound to have its dusk. What I desire is a land blanketed in white snow;

What I desire is a beautiful world of death;

What I desire is eternity, where all ugliness is submerged, sealed, and frozen.

Frozen land of death, heed my roar and grant this world a colder, lonelier frost of death—Niflheim's Wind!"

With that cold, solemn chant, an ice-blue tidal wave of ether suddenly surged in every direction. The radiant angels in its path were sliced apart by what seemed like hundreds of millions of tiny ice