Just as I was deciding to activate it, an angry shout split the air.
"YUKIE! STOP!"
The woman's voice was loud, full of authority, and boiling with anger. Before her words even finished, a torrent of orange-red fire shot down from the dark night sky like a furious phoenix.
This fire was no joke—its heat was palpable even from several meters away. All six of the giant ice arms were instantly hit by the stream, melting immediately into boiling water that evaporated with a loud hiss.
Sssss—!
Hot steam filled the area, mixing with the remaining ice fog, creating a thick white cloud that obscured vision.
I wiped my eyes, trying to see. From within the steam cloud, a silhouette descended gracefully, still surrounded by a slow-burning aura of fire.
Ophelia.
