Ossa turned his gaze from the confused silver warrior and settled it on Galen. "Galen, sorry and thank you."
"No, I can't bother you further. Go help your brothers; I have this under control," Ossa said, turning his gaze back to the silver warrior who seemed to be giving out orders.
Just after he left, the aura barrier dissolved. The silver warrior quickly dashed out of it, his hammer raised as he tried to once again smash Ossa's body.
"Frost field," Ossa muttered. The same half-meter radius frost field formed, catching the warrior by surprise.
He couldn't move as he felt the cold quickly climb his body, turning him into an ice sculpture.
Ossa had increased the potency of the skill—a skill he paid great attention to, knowing it was his trump card in fighting Umbranis one day.
