Chapter sixty eight.

The midnight breeze turned clogged up from the heat of the intense battle, wrapping the surroundings in a tense and frigid atmosphere.

From where she stood, Elsa could taste the acrid, metallic tang that clawed into her nose, sending a shiver down her spine.

At that pivotal moment, the decision was definitively carved into her mind.

Her clenched fist, devoid of warmth, incrementally unfurled, birthing from her fingers icy shards that glinted dangerously.

In her psyche resounded the order: Annihilate every last adversary! And she complied, unflinchingly.

*Boom* Swirling dust ascended heavenward, suspended briefly by the frosty air, before succumbing to gravity in a hushed descent, only to be disrupted by another mighty strike.

The demon judge, battered to obsidian and cobalt hues by Prince Ryan, observed helplessly as more than half of his shadowy legion was eradicated, his cries merging with the scarlet firmament. "Will you truly delay emergence until my shadows are naught but offerin