The threat was not empty.
As Isaac finished speaking, the moisture in the air did not just freeze. It slammed into a solid state.
The turbine hall, already cold, became a tomb. The frost racing across the floor thickened into jagged sheets of blue-white ice. It wasn't a world-altering spell. It was a barricade.
Isaac raised his hand. The Authority of Pale Eternity surged outward. A semi-circular wall of ice erupted from the ground between the students and the beacon. It wasn't the size of a building. It was twelve feet high and three feet thick. It was dense, opaque, and radiated a cold that made the metal floorboards groan.
"Begin," Isaac whispered.
Ashe Razar moved first. She didn't care about the cold. She was a Warlord. She solved problems by applying force until they broke.
"Out of my way!" she roared.
