The Invincible Young Master

Amelia hovered in the sky, her calm face showing no trace of the chaos below.

Crack!

The creature emerged from the ice, glaring up at her with its dark, empty eyes, its once human-like body now pulsing with a sinister aura.

A swirling mist of darkness wrapped around it, filling the air with heavy, oppressive energy.

Bronn watched in awe, then asked in a lowered tone, "Big sister, can't you kill it again like before?"

"Big sister?" Amelia shot him a side glance. "No, I can't. Something's blocking me from reaching inside."

Earlier, she had used her magic to invade the creature's body, creating ice from within.

But ever since it had absorbed a large amount of miasma and transformed, that method no longer worked.

The creature still stood atop the frozen hill, surrounded by shards of ice. Its eyes locked onto Amelia, burning with even greater hatred, the fury in its gaze refusing to die.

It stretched out its limbs, drawing power from the domain it controlled.

With a simple wave of its hand, the space around Amelia warped, dark tendrils of miasma shooting toward her, trying to trap her.

But before they could reach her, a gust of wind spiraled out from her, shattering the tendrils like brittle glass.

The creature's dark energy broke apart, vanishing like smoke blown away by a storm.

Amelia wasted no time. She raised her hand, and large sharp spikes of ice shot forward, cutting through the air like spears.

The creature snarled, quickly raising a dark barrier of miasma to block the attack.

But the ice was too fast.

The spears tore through the barrier, and in an instant, the creature's head was severed, the ice slicing through its neck and separating its head from its body.

For a moment, the creature stood still, headless, as if defeated.

But before Amelia could move again, the dark mist around its form twisted and shifted, regenerating its head in the blink of an eye.

Amelia's eyes narrowed as she muttered. "Persistent."

Furious, the creature let out a screech and unleashed another barrage of dark magic, warping the air around Amelia, trying to trap her in a vortex of shadows.

But her control over the wind was flawless.

With a simple flick of her fingers, an even powerful vortex erupted atop the dark vortex, tearing apart the darkness like it was nothing.

Their clash continued.

But no matter how many attacks the creature launched, not a single one touched her.

Amelia raised both hands, and the sky above her darkened as an enormous shard of ice began to take shape.

It glowed with a bright, otherworldly blue light, growing larger and larger until it was big enough to pierce through the entire domain.

With a swift motion, she sent it crashing down toward the creature.

The creature let out a furious roar and vanished, reappearing to the side just in time to dodge the massive ice shard.

But Amelia was quicker.

With a flick of her wrist, the giant shard shattered into countless smaller spears, all of them homing in on the creature.

It could only watch as its body was pierced again and again, its limbs torn apart by the relentless barrage.

Yet, just like before, the dark mist swirled around it, reforming its body piece by piece.

The creature's dark eyes blazed with frustration and fury, unable to touch Amelia, even though it controlled the space and the entire domain.

The creature screeched in pure rage, and the frozen hill beneath them began to tremble.

Ice cracked and shattered, breaking into pieces and crumbling away.

What remained was a swirling mass of dark mist, growing more oppressive and thick by the second.

The mist gathered at the base of the hill, spreading out like an ocean of blackness that consumed the domain.

Inside the mist, corrupted ants swarmed, their numbers multiplying rapidly.

On the ground below, Bronn grunted, stomping his foot into the earth and sending a shockwave through the battlefield.

The force scattered the advancing ants for a moment, but it wasn't enough.

As fast as they were knocked back, more replaced them, their numbers growing as the mist thickened.

"This fog isn't letting up!" Bronn growled, his deep voice booming through the chaos.

He swung his massive arms, creating gusts of wind to push the ants back, but it was like fighting an endless tide.

No matter how many he crushed, more swarmed in to take their place.

In the sky, Amelia and the creature were locked in a stalemate. No matter how many times the creature regenerated, it couldn't touch her.

But each time Amelia decapitated or impaled it, the creature came back faster and stronger, its body reforming more completely with every attack.

With a roar, the creature raised its arms, and the dark mist below surged upward, threatening to engulf the entire domain.

The swarm of corrupted ants below swirled like a dark hurricane, ready to consume everything.

The creature, moments ago fully focused on Amelia, suddenly sensed something new, something powerful. It turned its gaze upward, feeling the shift in the air.

"Aren't you done yet?" a calm voice broke through the oppressive atmosphere.

Bronn's eyes widened as he scanned the space, excitement and confusion in his voice. "It's boss's voice!"

The creature froze for a brief moment, its dark energy rippling as it tried to find the source of the disturbance.

"Come out," Spark's voice echoed again. "I've got something to show you."

The creature snarled, its eyes darting around the frozen battlefield, clearly unnerved.

"Use your domain."

Bronn turned to Amelia, who was still hovering above the battlefield. "Big sister, you can use a domain?"

Amelia nodded silently, her gaze distant.

"Then why don't you use it?" Bronn asked.

Amelia's eyes flickered down to the few survivors scattered on the ground.

Those who had managed to survive were barely conscious, their bodies broken and bloodied.

"A clash between domains will create a huge impact," she said quietly, her voice filled with reluctance. "They won't survive."

Bronn shifted uncomfortably, his eyes on the survivors who were barely hanging on, surrounded by the ever-growing swarm of corrupted ants.

"I don't think they're going to make it either way," he muttered grimly.

Amelia glanced at the survivors one last time, her icy demeanor softening for just a moment.

But Bronn was right, whether it was the ants or the clash of domains, they wouldn't survive much longer.

"Fine."

With a final look at the survivors, she released something deep within her.

[Domain]

The atmosphere changed in an instant.

The oppressive energy of the creature's domain was swallowed completely, replaced by something far colder, far more ancient.

[Niflheim]

A wave of freezing energy swept over the domain, consuming everything in its path.

In the blink of an eye, everything froze.

Time itself seemed to stop.

The corrupted ants, the swirling dark miasma, even the creature, all were trapped in an eternal, frozen stillness.

Amelia's form remained, but she had changed. Or rather, something that looked like her floated where she once stood.

This form of her was ethereal, glowing with a pale, cold light.

Her aura was distant, devoid of any emotion. Where Amelia had some compassion, this being was completely indifferent, as if existing only to judge and destroy.