'No, he can't, you idiot! Blink!' The Yggdrasill barked as the droplets of both colors stopped in mid-air as if time was frozen.
The Tree could see through their Chronicler's mystical senses that the armor and its master were actually unscathed. The Davross-Adamant alloy could take much more than a single tier five spell and the Chronicler was right about Derek's mass.
The palm strike hadn't shattered Derek's body, he had scattered himself to avoid the brunt of the spell while also feeding on its mana.
Abominations weren't Dragons. Cold did nothing to them and all elements but darkness were a meal to them.
The Elf understood what the Yggdrasill meant when he saw the droplets brimming with energy and charging at him.
'Oh, shit!' Luckily for him, centuries of experience and the Tree's timely warning allowed the elf to Blink away in time.
