The ground beneath them trembled as the void-born ice entity loomed overhead, its abyssal core swirling with an ancient, unfathomable darkness.
More creatures emerged from the ruins, spilling forth like a never-ending tide of frozen horrors. An endless siege had begun.
Aryndale wiped the blood from his cheek, his grip tightening on his flaming sword.
"If it's balance this thing fears," he muttered, "then let's show it what happens when we fight as one."
Azedreo's lightning surged, crackling along his fingers. "No holding back."
Zefaniarina's cosmic aura pulsed, the celestial markings on her arms igniting like molten gold. She was the key.
If they could merge their forces, fire, lightning, and cosmic energy, they might have a chance.
The monster struck first, its abyssal limbs lashing out, shattering what remained of the frozen academy.
