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They thought the rift had developed new powers at first.

It was a worrying thought, seeing a storm of ice and snow center on the rift. Until the blizzard ended.

And a man stood on a path of ice, calmly, surely, and efficiently killing the nether mobs that spawned in.

Osteon watched for a moment as the man maneuvered the ice to suffocate some of the wither skeletons, before summoning another blizzard and nearly disappearing into the freezing storm.

A freezing, ferocious display.

It was a beautiful sight, they will admit privately to themself. The moonlight catching the ice in frozen fractals, the frost crystalizing onto the grass around the fight, only for the nether-heat to melt it all away as soon as the spell ended.

It was such a shame that the ice mage left as osteon landed nearby.