Towers of ice burst up from the snow-covered valley and Morgan smashed them with her warhammer, the glittering structures lasting barely a second before they were nothing more but mist. In the remains of what had once been the training grounds she spun and lunged, swung the hammer hard into the enemies she made and destroyed.
With her panting breaths, she let out puffs of white air into the cold; for just a moment she felt some catharsis, that she had found some way to get out at least a little of the anger and grief she had held since the Palace had been destroyed. Having gone long enough to feel lighter she decided to take a quick break, catching her breath as she leaned on the handle of her warhammer and looking over the palace debris.
