They didn't wait for the boss to reach them, instead they walked into the room.
And of course it happens to be the throne room.
A shimmer rolled across the throne—ice blooming outward like a flower in reverse. From it rose a figure three storeys tall, wrought of glacier-glass and night-sky aurora. Eight antlers spiked from her crown; between them floated splinters of frozen constellations.
Twin phantoms peeled from her shadow, each burning with sub-zero halos.
Richard's heart hammered. "One Monarch, two adds..."
Meredith planted her boots and whispered, "We got this…"
Without further to do, she stepped forward and whirled her wand.
"Glacial Crescent."
A half-moon scythe of cobalt ice peeled from empty air, sweeping across both Seraphs.
The arc bit deep, carving rime scars and slowing their flight, but with one gesture from the Monarch, frost lattices rewove the wounds in seconds.
"Fimbulwinter Mantle."
