Chapter 20 Fuck, this stuff is cold. Francis's breath misted in the frigid air as ice crystals formed along his armor. Every muscle in his body screamed in protest, the magical cold seeping through even his Magic Resistance. Five days of constant skirmishes had pushed him harder than he'd anticipated, and now he faced something new. A piercing shriek split the air again. The Frost Serpentskin's cry of pain as Magic Feedback reflected a portion of its spell back at the caster. The sound was almost musical, as air moved through its gill-like vents, sending out the freezing mist. It cried out in agony, echoing across the frozen battlefield. [ Magic Feedback Increased - 22 ]