This fucking kid…
Nial's jaw tightened as he reached for Zephyrion blood.
"…still too slow. Stop."
A flash of coldness suddenly passed through Zephyrion's gaze.
"Freeze."
The blood within Zephyrion hardened, turning rigid and unyielding, resisting his control as if it were… freezing.
"…what—?"
Flames… and now freeze…
Nial's eyes widened as realization struck.
"You can use fire and ice—!?"
Squelch!
The blade drove into his neck, then halted.
Zephyrion's eyes narrowed. Something had stopped it from going further.
'His blood.'
"Heh… you really thought this was over?" Nial suddenly met his gaze, grinning through bloodied teeth. "Converge."
A sharp hum resonated through the cavern. In the next instant, the scattered pools of blood from the corpses surged toward them, forming an endless barrage of spikes.
Zephyrion was about to pull back when Nial suddenly seized his arm, a mad grin spreading across his face.
