Kaboom! Selvig's thoughts were like the shrapnel of the bombs that scattered all over the place once they hit the glass spirit in front of them. The giants were called glass spirits, but they did have a material body made of thick sheets of ice. As they were, the glass spirits were not even caring about the human's puny artillery. They only took the hit head-on as if it was nothing to them.
The archduke had reached the front line and raised his left hand. The black mist converged in his palm, and the dense magic seemed to take the attention of the one before them. There was no face on it, but it was easy to say that it grew intrigued. The flat surface of a face then grew nearer to the humans, only for Larkin to hurl the condensed ball of demon magic against its face.
