"Arrgghhh"
As Cael watched the blue moon above, suddenly the [captain] rank wraith started screaming.
Cael looked at the wraith as his eyes widened.
The wraith's skin, which had been durable enough to withstand his sharp attacks, began to freeze.
Layer by layer, slowly but surely, the entire wraith's body turned into an ice statue, leaving the head alone.
Letting the wraith scream in pain.
And one by one, the wraiths in the streets shouted in pain, as they too began turning into ice statues.
The burning streets lost their intensity as frost crept across broken stone and collapsed structures, replacing heat with a biting cold that seeped into everything it touched.
The air, once thick with smoke and ash, now carried a pale mist, drifting low across the ground like a silent tide.
-CRACK
Soon enough, small cracks started to appear on the ice statues.
Dark blood leaked from the cracks.
The wraiths were helpless; there was nothing they could do but suffer in painful agony.
