Chapter 123 - Dungeon - XXXI
Aeloria advanced with calm steps, each one escorted by a deadly dance of crystals.
A thin, translucent armor covered his body, made of the purest ice. It wasn't just protection it was proof of a mage's finest magical control.
The cold didn't bother him. The staff in his hand, just over ninety centimeters long, pulsed with a rhythmic, living energy. At its tip, a white-blue orb as clear as a snowstorm under the moon released magical waves that vibrated like frozen tides.
Each time one of the small serpents approached, his armor released an instant icy burst, freezing the reptiles in midair. Before they could touch the ground, the wave of energy from his staff shattered them into glittering shards. It was a magnificent dance. A spectacle. A testament to Aeloria's absolute mastery over ice.
But then, his eyes found chaos.
Above, Glenn was a blur of light in the darkness, an insane lightning bolt darting across the battlefield, chasing the Guardian. The ground shook with each impact of his magic, and the shadows shattered beneath his leaps. That part was under control.
The problem... was down here.
Aeloria spun his staff, freezing another group of serpents, and then he saw it.
At the base of the inner mountain, everything had fallen apart.
Dórian, his shield cracked, his body still throbbing with fury, was... attacking Seraphine.
"DÓRIAN!" Aeloria shouted, his voice breaking through the battlefield like glacial thunder.