Arven's eyes flicked past the towering clash of constructs and toward the chaos behind Aesa. The guards he had called with urgency and expectation were now completely entangled, their formation shattered, their movements reduced to desperate reactions against the overwhelming ice warrior.
The corridor echoed with the clash of steel and Magic, but none of it pushed forward. None of it reached her.
A quiet curse slipped under his breath.
"Useless…"
His jaw tightened as frustration surged through him. All that effort, all that preparation to call them, reduced to nothing in mere moments.
They weren't even able to get past a single construct. They had become obstacles to themselves more than reinforcements.
But then the thought shifted.
His gaze sharpened.
No… that wasn't right.
It wasn't that they were weak.
It was that she was far beyond anything they were prepared to face.
