As Ravenna and Yeon remained locked in their fierce clash, Zuphil watched from afar with growing interest.
With Arthur imprisoned within his mist labyrinth, the Mist Warlock found himself with little to do. His hands rested behind his back while his gaze remained fixed on the battle between the two greatest ice mages on the battlefield.
On one side stood Ravenna.
The former Witch of Winter.
The Apostle of Grief.
Every spell she cast fused supreme ice arts with deadly poison, transforming the battlefield into a frozen realm of death.
On the other stood Yeon.
Her disciple.
Her victim.
Her greatest creation.
Yet Yeon was no longer merely replicating Ravenna's teachings. Every spell she cast bore her own understanding of ice. Her mana flowed with elegance and purpose, elevating techniques that once belonged to Ravenna to entirely new heights.
The skies trembled.
Glaciers collided.
Blizzards swallowed oceans.
Ice and poison battled endlessly across the frozen sea.
