Yon's hammer collided with a hard surface, and a loud bang echoed in the air. He looked up and saw the dark-robed elven man who had been quietly standing beside Diora all this time. The man effortlessly blocked his attack with just the back of his hand.
Hay scoffed at the dwarf and with a push, sent him backward a few meters in mid-air. Then, he straightened his robe and turned to look at Diora, whose eyes were glued to his back.
"Indeed, those strange icy flames caught us off-guard, but you shouldn't let yourself get distracted, Diora."
Diora gritted her teeth at his words, and her mood turned dark. She clenched her fists and let out a laugh.
"You're right... but now, I'm angry!"
She narrowed her eyes at Alec, Carcel, and Regius, who had gotten closer to her just because she was distracted by the blue flames.
