The change was immediate and jarring. The overwhelming cold of the Frost Titan within him now fought against the metallic tang and cloying sweetness of the Ash Wastes' dry wind. The whispers of the Fire Titan, quiet but persistent, returned to the edge of his mind.
They moved quickly and efficiently. Jagu led the way, his powerful steps breaking through the ash-laden ground.
Maya stayed close behind, her keen eyes scanning for danger, her bowstring tight. Ash felt different, his Frost power wasn't wild or uncontrollable anymore, it became a part of him.
Now he could sense everything, the way the ground trembled, the way the air shifted, detecting the presence of corrupted creatures before they even appeared.
Several times, small groups of skeletal creatures tried to ambush them, creeping from behind ancient roots.
But Ash was ready. His palm released precise waves of cold, not reckless blasts, but sharp pulses of ice.
