Natalia moved the instant Hanae's hand dropped.
Not toward Satori. Toward the ground.
She slammed her palm flat against the volcanic rock and the Cryo-Lich Ring erupted. Frost raced across the platform in a radial wave, coating everything within fifteen feet in a sheet of ice so slick that even combat boots would skate like dress shoes on a frozen lake. The temperature around her plummeted hard enough that her next exhale came out as a thick white cloud. Cel's gloves channeled the cold with terrifying speed, the reinforced material conducting her Aspect like copper conducts electricity, and the frost spread faster than she'd managed in any training session. Fifteen percent faster. Bless that woman and her absurd attention to detail.
