As the tension hung in the air, Amara's patience waned. She couldn't afford to wait any longer for the sheep to make its move. With determination burning in her eyes, she ducked down slightly, her fingertips tingling with a vibrant blue glow. The ground beneath her seemed to respond, as if awakened by her touch.
And then it began—a ripple of coldness surged through the earth, spreading outward from Amara as the epicenter. The frozen tendrils of her power snaked through the soil, wrapping around the legs of the surrounding monsters like icy shackles. Within moments, their bodies were encased in a crystalline embrace, transforming them into statues of frozen terror.