Threads 416-Taming Winter 5
"How well do you think you can hold under its pressure?" Ling Qi asked.
To her eyes, their camp, this little bubble of reality in the endless expanse of white, was being maintained well. The crushing pressure did not pierce the walls, only frosting the now fusing stones. Still, she would rather hear the words from the one performing the technique.
Bo Qian knelt by their fire, which had boiled over. Soft smoke poured out of the charcoal and formed a smoky cover over the walls. It should have been choking, but somehow, the air she breathed was fresh and clear.
"It's not a crushing pressure, but a wearing one. I can hold this protection for days, but if we wish to go anywhere, that is another matter." He looked at the top of the stone ramparts he had raised, now settled and solid as if they'd been raised to stand by expert masons. "As the situation stands, I suspect our friend could push harder, but…"
"But that isn't its nature," Ling Qi finished. "It won't press, or even fight, unless we try to escape."
"This smug jerk!" Hanyi complained. "Not even taking us seriously."
Ling Qi shook her head. "You know better than that, Hanyi. Its actions have nothing to do with that."
Her junior sister huffed and crossed her arms. "Yeah, I know. This is just how it normally is, huh?"
"Yes, it is."