At the same time, elsewhere.
The entire battlefield and its surroundings had practically been transformed into an ice zone.
Wes could barely move without slipping or losing his balance, because the ice had spread across almost everything in sight. The ground was covered in a thick, glossy layer, while the nearby buildings were coated in frost that climbed their walls and gathered along their edges.
Even the surfaces that should have provided him with some stability were no longer reliable.
Every step had to be calculated.
Meanwhile, Zarah moved across the frozen battlefield as though the ice belonged to her.
She glided over the surface with almost effortless control, using the frictionless ground to her advantage rather than allowing it to hinder her. Each movement carried her farther than a normal step would, and whenever she needed to change direction, a thin layer of ice formed beneath her feet, giving her just enough control to redirect herself.
