Daurgien stormed toward him with unrelenting fury, his crimson eyes blazing and his steps shaking the ground. Jolthar knew he had only a few moves left before his body gave out, but retreat wasn't an option. He gritted his teeth, gripping Knashii tightly, and prepared for the inevitable clash.
Meanwhile, chaos reigned across the canyon. The ethereal dragon, still battling the robed Nynthralls, noticed the relentless wave of creatures heading toward Belan, Lysandra.
Even as she defended against the Nynthralls' dark magic, the dragon's shimmering eyes narrowed. She paused for a fleeting moment, opening her maw wide and unleashing a bone-chilling breath.
The icy gale swept across the battlefield, freezing nearly every creature in its path. The ground was covered in crystalline frost, the creatures encased in shimmering ice. Despite the devastation, the dragon's precision was impeccable—her frost did not so much as graze Belan, Lysandra.
