A large patch of frost suddenly appeared on the ground.
Someone just cast a Frost spell on the arena!
The apprentice who tried to kick Angor's head lost his balance and stumbled to the floor.
This spell was nothing like the basic cantrip used by "Monarch of Eternal Freeze". It covered the entire stage.
The weaker apprentices were all caught by surprise and fell down in their own places.
As everyone was struggling to get up, a mighty gale came and brought up many ice shards into the air.
The stage was now covered by flying ice shards which prevented the apprentices from seeing anything.
"This is Surging Frost! The level-3 cantrip! A level-3 apprentice made his move!"
"Level-3 apprentice? Could it be-"
A man's voice came from behind the stage. "Dave, go get him. I'll stop these junks who only know how to fan the flames."
