Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 2]

Looking down at the paper as I worked, I etched a Rune I knew for a fact had been on other weapons in the Vault.

My Runesight labelled it `Ice` and `Cold`.

On the spoon, it glowed the same way, translated directly into my head with those two concepts and the distant feeling of a mountain in Atlas, and the blizzard we'd experienced there. Even the spoon itself felt cold to the touch.

Taking it, I rapped it against my arm gently.

A crackling sound heralded some thin ice stretching over my arm, making my hairs stand on end. A little frosty mist pooled from it as well. I could still move my arm though, for all that it was uncomfortable doing so.

This wouldn't lower her Agility, but if enough ice formed around her or one of her limbs, she'd be dragged down by it.

Curious, I hit myself harder with the spoon, and was rewarded with a little more ice. Not enough to cover my arm by any means, but enough to make it clear that the more force applied, the more ice it created.

The problem was that it came in two forms. Ice and also cold. The cool mist and the damage were nice, but not what I needed. I wanted just ice. Just a whole heap of ice, with no thought for it doing more or less damage at all.

—Forged Destiny [Book 8: Ch. 2]