Darksoul doesn't seem to notice the cold until Martel dispels it. "Feats worth legend? I've slain full grown dragons with my bare hands. I've fought with specters of death, I've dueled liches and walked out." He stares Kobe down, his burning white eyes searing into the soul. "I'm already dead, mortal. You couldn't put me in the grave if you had an army. Your cold breeze is nothing compared to the chill of death." He takes in a breath, and breathes out slowly, the air around Kobe becomes icy, and his glass gains several layers of frost before shattering. The cold seeps deep into his bones, into the very soul.