Under the perpetually dark sky of Tenebris, the tension had become a physical entity, a pressure that crushed the lungs of anyone who dared to breathe this air saturated with mana. Eleanor floated in the middle of her sons, her movements possessing a fluidity that defied human perception.
Amaera Castillon, her hands wrapped in an aura of ice of absolute purity, launched volleys of sharp crystals, seeking to sever the invisible threads that restricted their space. But for every thread broken, Eleanor wove ten more with a simple movement of her lace-gloved fingers.
Klein, for his part, remained at the center of the storm.
Yet even while restraining himself, he had to draw on his predator reflexes.
< Elemental Magic : Ice >
< Blizzard de Ronces >
Amaera struck the ground with her palms.
