Chapter 82
So the grootslang decided that it was done with my little light show, and clumsily got to its feet before charging again. This time I wasn’t scared, because Ivy wasn’t scared anymore. It was like once I’d successfully popped the wings she thought that I had the power to take this thing on. I was going to trust in her confidence. I put both hands out, and watched her smirk as cold crawled into every available space in my body. They bounced off my hands… and I didn’t move, a gentle pressure against my palms while I stood with my feet planted. They shoved harder, pushing all their considerable weight behind trying to get me, and I still didn’t move. The cold seemed to travel through my hands and started to freeze the skin underneath them. The grootslang did not like that, shrieking and trumpe
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