Mira stood in the middle of the crimson slayer sect's temple, her eyes cold and unforgiving. The sect's disciples surrounded her, brandishing their weapons and chanting in unison. Mira was unfazed by their numbers, fully confident in taking them down.
The Nascent Soul Realm disciples charged toward Mira, their weapons glinting in the dim light of the temple. Mira calmly swung her scythe, and a wave of ice shot out from the blade, freezing the disciples in their tracks. The ice quickly spread, engulfing the disciples in a thick layer of frost. The disciples struggled to break free, but the ice was too strong, and they were trapped.
"What the fuck?!"
"Get this ice off of me!!"
"Mark! You have a fire affinity!! Hurry up and help us!!"
