Raya froze mid-roar, wings outstretched. She grumbled in my mind. "Master, I can't move."
Henry and Joff froze mid-scream, one with his mouth wide open like a dying fish.
Latte froze mid-blink—except she didn't blink.
Coffi froze with her gun pointed, her finger inches from the trigger.
I froze with my mouth open, hair flying, snot halfway out of my nose—ELEGANT as always.
I couldn't move. I COULDN'T EVEN BLINK. My eyeballs were begging for moisture. What the hell is this? I mentally squeaked.
Chubby, also frozen on my shoulder, replied in the calmest "we're about to die" tone ever: "Master… this is Frozen Magic."
Frozen Magic?! FROZEN? Like Elsa Frozen?
"No, master, not the weird story you told us. This is the strongest forbidden magic of the Ice People. Only their royal line can cast it. This requires dozens of enormous hearthstones just to maintain a small version… and this one—"
His thoughts trembled. "—this one covers the entire rift."
HOW MANY HEARTHSTONES IS THAT?!
