Suddenly—
The demonized knight charged.
With a twisted grin and a flick of his wrist, he hurled his ominous spear, its entire shaft wreathed in purple, flickering flame. The air crackled under its presence, and though a few meters still separated them, the weapon surged forward like a giant serpent, lunging straight for Khione with terrifying speed, as if it could bend the laws of space itself.
"!?''
Khione's icy blue eyes widened faintly.
Her vision blurred—she was still reeling from the last impact, her body aching, the taste of iron thick on her tongue. But she didn't panic.
Instead, she bit down sharply on her lower lip, drawing a thin line of blood to jolt her senses back to focus. The pain was grounding—sharp and real.
With steely calm, she slammed her small wand into the earth, her voice cold and sharp as the winter itself:
"Ice Wall!"
