Lynch propped himself up with one hand on the ground, and the Powerful Wand lay at his feet. His face was pale, as if a layer of frost had settled on the tip of his nose, and even his breath turned into a white mist.
The chill that had just pierced his heart seemed to have drained all the mage's strength, and he felt his life force continuously depleting. He could react to external attacks and magic, taking reasonable and effective preparations to minimize potential damage, but this sudden assault from within was something the mage couldn't defend against in time.
