Aesa continued walking across the dead wasteland without hesitation. Every step carried quiet confidence while fragments of frost slowly formed beneath her boots and spread across the cracked black stone.
The death energy saturating the world attempted to push against her aura, but the Ice Dragonborn remained unaffected. Her cold blue eyes never left Nyssara for even a moment.
Several hundred meters separated them at first. Then several dozen. Then only a few meters more.
Nyssara watched her approach with obvious amusement. Her serpent-like eyes narrowed slightly while a faint smile remained on her face.
"So serious," she said softly.
Then she casually raised one hand. Darkness immediately gathered around her palm. Black sparks emerged from nowhere and twisted together into a physical shape.
