A long ice spear quickly formed beside him, materializing with a soft shimmer as frost spiraled along its surface.
It tapered into a sharp tip that gleamed like frozen glass.
Noah's hand extended forward, his movements calm and deliberate, and he launched the spear toward the first wolf.
The spear streaked through the air with terrifying speed, aimed carefully at the creature's side.
The moment it struck, the spear stabbed into the wolf's flank, boring a deep hole as it seared through flesh and muscle.
The creature let out a strangled roar, its body twisting in reaction to the piercing cold that tore through it.
Immediately, the ice spread from the wound, creeping outward with unnerving speed.
Frost climbed along the wolf's limbs, across its chest and spine, covering its torso in a rigid layer of crystalline cold.
Within moments, the wolf collapsed to the ground, and life drained from its eyes.
