"...Not bad. But not good enough."
The Emperor whispered.
The ice arrows hit him but turned into harmless snowflakes upon impact, scattering into the air like dust. At the same time, he casually stepped through the advancing Frost Surge, crushing the frozen spikes under his boots as if stepping on dried twigs.
"I know."
Soren muttered back as he drew fresh mana from his core and seized control of the mist from the broken arrows. He made it freeze midair, forming a frost veil before Hector's eyes. He then launched a new volley of arrows that curved around the veil in a broad flanking arc.
'Now!'
As soon as the Emperor's gaze shifted, Soren used Quick Step to disappear from his spot and reappear behind him, his palm already thrust forward.
[Frost Palm Strike!]
