Thirteen minutes.
That was all the time Emery had before Astiel reinforcements arrived.
How they had known he was coming was a question that clawed at the back of his mind, but it was not one he could afford to answer now.
Without hesitation, Emery poured more will into the Elysian Roots, the luminous strands of law tightening as he attempted to eliminate the two female Grand Magus. Their resistance was already faltering; cracks spread across their defenses, their auras trembling as the Dao of Heaven and Earth pressed down upon them.
Then the temperature plummeted.
Diamond-bright frost erupted across the battlefield, glittering like shattered stars as an overwhelming cold flooded the air. The roots stiffened mid-motion, their radiant strands crystallizing as ice crawled over them with terrifying speed.
Caelthar had moved.
