Queen Elowen clearly had no intention of giving her a chance.
Power kept surging out of her with almost no pause. The cold drawn by her spear grew heavier and heavier, until it simply came down like a sky-filling weight.
Gisladra was forced back under wave after wave of that horrifying chill, until—beneath a dull, heavy boom—she was smashed straight into the ground.
In that instant, the ice power between heaven and earth was pushed to its absolute limit.
The entire area was sealed in ice.
Ground, ruins, the remaining defensive structures around them—even the stray energy streams high in the air—everything took on a cold-white frost trace. The temperature was so terrifyingly low that even Ethan, watching from a distance, couldn't help shivering.
He looked at Queen Elowen in the sky, and a flicker of shock slid through his eyes.
The ice she was releasing now had already surpassed what she'd shown before.
