Ice crystals fracture from your fingertips, spiraling into a jagged bolt that whistles through the air with a razor-sharp chill. It slams into flesh, blooming frost in deep blue veins that spiderweb outward, skin paling to brittle white as the cold seeps bone-deep. Shards scatter on impact, embedding like needles in a frozen tableau.
| # | Type | Name |
|---|---|---|
| 1 | Ammo | Bolt of Ice |