Orus didn't say anything when he arrived, just releasing the spell his bicorn had cast.
A circle of black fire appeared around Treevor before collapsing into a perfect sphere and filling the interior with hellish heat.
'Boss, do I still need to buy time?' Treevor asked through the mind link, totally oblivious to the heat around him. He conjured a layer of black ice on the surface of his body, keeping the temperature of the willow stable.
Treevor was actually grateful to the enemy, as this gave him time to confirm status around the fortress.
'Just a little more. The elite troops are almost reaching the gate where Vanilla is and we can start the plan. Do you need some help there? All army elites are surrounding you as we speak.' Athos replied, watching the fight through the falcon's eyes.
