the city had been turned into a frozen wasteland over the span of 30 minutes due to a battle. In the middle of it all, a child. The individual that had caused all of this was some kid. Despite her age, she was skilled and dangerous. everyone who had tried to harm her was dead; many frozen from the inside out, others impaled or had been killed by her weapon, or instantaneously killed by flash freezing.

she pulled herself up, sharply exhaling and looked around the wasteland — a dull look in her eyes, as she cautiously looked around, anticipating for more attackers. She wasn’t bothered by the destruction she’d caused, not a bit. It was what she was used too — Misery, destruction, despair.