The battlefield had gone eerily quiet, an uneasy stillness settling over the bastion.
For the past hour, there had been no more advances from the Ordeal.
The frost from the Frostwrought Mirror's remains had dissipated entirely, leaving only faint crystalline glimmers embedded in the ground—a haunting reminder of the fight.
We did our best to procure what we could get access to, but there seemed to be a problem harvesting essence that became the leftover of the sprawling ice tendrils that the Mirror summoned in our fight.
They were too fragile and prone to dissipating into outright nothing.
There were also the materials from the Wailing Clocktower.
It wasn't exactly the same case with the remains of the Frostwrought Mirror, but the resources that the Wailing Clocktower just left had a surprising psionic property to it.
For one, it was capable of 'resonating', was what Verina referred to the phenomenon that could be witnessed from it.
