The valley lay still, the blizzard howl muted after Adam's devastating strike.
Where the colossal slug once loomed, only a scattering of crystalline ash remained, swirling into the frost-choked air.
The five students stood frozen, not by the cold but by awe, their gazes fixed at the approaching figure who had obliterated the monstrous threat with a single attack of some kind.
As Adam approaches, he soon lowered his finger, the faint glow of his own Monster Energy fading from his hand.
His cape, emblazoned with his family crest, billowed slightly as he brushed frost from his brow, unfazed by the biting chill.
Meanwhile Priscilla, his blade, hummed faintly in his grip, sated by the cryokinetic essence it had absorbed.
Adam's sharp eyes flicked toward the group, noting their tattered uniforms and the academy crests matching his own.
His eyes meet the group of students.
But his form was hard to see especially with how thick the snow.
Causing one of them to call him
