As Shin invoked the ancient incantation, "永遠の霜ノヴァ," a surge of frigid energy erupted from his being, enveloping the battlefield in an icy tempest. The wave of freezing cold swept across the terrain, crystallizing everything it touched and draining the warmth from its target, Ayame, with chilling efficiency.
Caught in the grip of the icy onslaught, Ayame found herself encased in a shell of ice, her movements slowed and her strength sapped by the relentless cold. Yet, even as the frost crept over her form, she remained steadfast, her resolve unbroken in the face of adversity.
"Not bad," Ayame remarked, her voice calm despite the dire situation unfolding around her. Her stoic demeanor betrayed none of the discomfort she surely felt as the icy grip tightened around her.
But Shin, ever the astute strategist, noticed that his attack seemed to have little effect on Ayame. A sense of urgency gripped him as he realized that his opponent's resilience exceeded his expectations. "!!" he exclaimed, his mind racing as he assessed the situation.
Ayame, however, remained unperturbed by Shin's revelation. "Your attacks are powerful, but I'm much tougher than I look," she declared, her tone carrying a hint of amusement at Shin's apparent surprise.
Determined not to be outdone, Shin pressed on, his mind already formulating a new strategy to overcome Ayame's formidable defenses. "Not if I drag out the fight for long enough," he countered, his voice brimming with confidence despite the odds stacked against him. "Even if the effects don't immediately take place, the long-term effects will do. You cannot fight under these circumstances for long."
Ayame's response was dismissive, her confidence unwavering in the face of Shin's bold declaration. "Foolish," she retorted, her voice carrying a note of derision as she brushed off his concerns with a wave of her hand.
In the midst of the frozen battlefield, Shin and Ayame stood locked in a battle of wills, each determined to emerge victorious no matter the cost. As the icy tendrils of Shin's attack continued to encroach upon Ayame's form, the outcome of their struggle hung in the balance, with neither combatant willing to back down in the face of adversity.
As Shin invoked the chilling incantation, "氷嵐の氷刃," a ferocious ice storm erupted around him, whipping the battlefield into a frenzy of swirling snow and razor-sharp shards of ice. Within the heart of the tempest, Shin's command over the frozen elements was absolute, his will shaping the very fabric of the storm to suit his desires.
From the midst of the blizzard, razor-sharp blades of ice materialized, their edges honed to a deadly perfection by the biting cold of the storm. With incredible speed and force, they hurtled toward their target, Ayame, their lethal intent clear as they sliced through the air with a haunting whistle.
Yet, even as the icy blades closed in on her, Ayame remained calm and composed, her form surrounded by a shimmering aura of fire that repelled the encroaching cold. Within a radius of ten meters, everything icy melted away in the searing heat of her flames, leaving a path clear of frost in her wake.
Shin watched in awe as Ayame's fiery defense nullified his ice-based assault, her mastery over the opposing element evident in her effortless display. Despite his initial confidence in the potency of his attack, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of concern at Ayame's resilience.
"We're still in the abyss, so I have an advantage here," Shin reminded himself, seeking reassurance in the knowledge that their battleground favored his own abilities. Yet, even as he spoke these words, a shadow of doubt lingered in the back of his mind, his confidence wavering in the face of Ayame's unwavering resolve.
Meanwhile, Ayame's gaze remained fixed upon Shin, her expression unreadable as she spoke with a quiet confidence born of experience. "By the time this fight ends, Enishi will have already killed Kaito," she stated matter-of-factly, her words carrying a weight of inevitability that hung heavy in the air.
Shin bristled at Ayame's prediction, his determination flaring as he defended his comrade's honor. "Kaito might not be on his level yet, but he's not going to die just like that!" he retorted, his voice tinged with a fierce loyalty to his friend.
But Ayame's response was laced with a grim certainty that sent a chill down Shin's spine. "Even if he was able to hold his ground against Enishi, Haruka would eventually join in and help Enishi," she explained, her tone carrying the weight of an unspoken truth. "Though this won't happen because it'll simply never reach that point."
In the midst of their heated exchange, Shin and Ayame stood locked in a battle of wills, each combatant refusing to yield an inch in their pursuit of victory. As the clash of elements raged around them, the outcome of their struggle remained uncertain, the tension between them escalating with each passing moment.
As Ayame taunted Shin with her ominous declaration, the tension between them crackled in the air like lightning on the eve of a storm. Shin's resolve remained steadfast, his eyes narrowed in determination as he braced himself for the impending onslaught.
"You shouldn't have shown up in this battle, you would have survived," Ayame remarked, her voice tinged with a hint of regret for the fate that awaited her opponent. Yet, Shin's response was resolute, his unwavering conviction shining through in his simple declaration.
"I'm still going to survive," he asserted, his words carrying a quiet strength that belied the gravity of the situation. Ayame's challenge hung heavy in the air, a silent invitation to put his words to the test and face her power.
With a steely resolve, Shin prepared himself for the inevitable clash, his muscles tensing as he assumed a defensive stance. Ayame wasted no time in unleashing her devastating attack, invoking the incantation "火焔の凶星" with a commanding authority.
In response to her summons, a massive ball of fire erupted into existence, its searing brilliance casting a fiery glow across the battlefield. Like a blazing star hurtling through the cosmos, the fiery orb streaked towards Shin with unparalleled speed and power, leaving a trail of scorching heat in its wake.
As the infernal sphere bore down upon him, Shin braced himself for the impact, his senses honed to a razor's edge as he prepared to weather the storm. With a deafening roar, the fiery explosion engulfed everything in its path, unleashing a cataclysmic wave of destruction that consumed the battlefield in a blaze of searing flame.
The heat and force of the explosion were beyond comprehension, akin to the ferocity of multiple stars colliding and triggering a chain reaction of supernovas in their wake. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still, caught in the grip of a primal force that defied comprehension.