The Knight Of Icicles — Kiara

Kiara met it on the Glass Plains—a vast, frozen lake so clear you could see the drowned forest beneath.

Kiara stepped back, frost steaming from her hair. The lance crumbled into harmless snowflakes. kiara the knight of icicles

The Wyrm struck her. Its body of slush wrapped around her legs, her waist, her shoulders. The cold of her armor met the wet of the Wyrm. Steam hissed. Kiara met it on the Glass Plains—a vast,

She closed her eyes. The icicle lance began to glow—not with heat, but with cold so deep it burned . The lance did not stab the Wyrm. It froze the Wyrm from the inside out . Not into solid ice—into something worse. kiara the knight of icicles