Countless creatures howl and struggle, consumed by the darkness; eventually, even the Eternal Forest turns into desolate wasteland.
These scenes of destruction drop the temperature of the air like a nightmare.
"This is the future after Abyss corrodes the World Tree," David's voice is steadfast, "If the conflict of the three hearts is not reconciled in time, this disaster will surely descend here and affect the entire continent."
Liya silently observes the illusion, worry flashes in her eyes, but she quickly taps her staff lightly on the void.
A rune of Ice forms and takes shape, she rotates her arms to cast the Frozen Throne Magic.
Cold winds gush from the top of the staff, freezing the poisonous green breath into a translucent frozen film, forming a solid Ice Shield at the storm's center.
Like winter frost covering the Earth, mercilessly preventing the crisis from spreading.
The Emerald Rage feels the cold spread by its own breath, and its brow furrows.
