Chapter 41:The war begins III

Damian lay almost lifeless on the ground, his face and body bloody and disfigured. His breath whistled out wetly like his nose was broken and one arm was twisted the other way. He looked battered, his chest barely rising and falling. One eye was swollen shut and the other one had a deep cut on in, constantly leaking blood down his face.

Xavier on the other hand was a few feet away, laying unconscious on his back. After exhausting all his strength in the fight with Damian, his body had grown weak. All the anger and rage he felt had oozed out, leaving him vulnerable and on the brink of death.

But as he lay there almost dying, a woman approached him. This woman was made of ice, her hair as white as snow, her long white dress freezing everything it came in contact with. She looked like a goddess, with her grey eyes and silver coloured lips. She carefully enfolded Xavier in an icy bed, making sure the ice flowing from her body didn't freeze him. Then she t