There was no time to dodge.
But Ezekiel reached her first.
With a powerful lunge, he grabbed her shoulder, yanking her behind him.
And in the same motion, he raised his shield.
A magic barrier flickered to life, shimmering in front of them.
The lava crashed against it—a flood of molten rock, hissing and burning against the shield's surface.
Ezekiel gritted his teeth, his muscles tensed as he held firm against the impact.
The force was immense.
The lava spray ceased, the last embers hissing into the ground.
Freya didn't hesitate.
She dashed forward, her body a blur as she closed the distance between her and the lava giant.
Then, she dove.
Her momentum sent her sliding beneath the towering undead, barely avoiding the molten drips that fell from its hulking form.
As she passed under, she thrust out both palms.
Slap!
Her hands connected with the giant's bony legs.
