[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom]
[Pulchritudo]
[Banquet]
The fight had barely settled before Trismegistus moved again.
There was no warning spoken aloud; the Royal Guard had already prepared his spell.
Mikoto noticed the change in the air before the spell became visible. The atmosphere around them seemed to shift, the warmth draining from the courtyard with unnatural speed. His breath became visible, and the stone beneath his sabatons began to develop a thin layer of frost.
The temperature continued dropping.
Mikoto's red eyes shifted toward Trismegistus.
The Royal Guard stood several paces away, one hand extended, his posture firm. Mana gathered around him; he had already decided exactly what he intended to do.
Then the cold became oppressive, and frost raced across the surrounding stone.
