The professor backed away quickly, sealing the bleeding wound on his shoulder with thick ice.
Even though his arm had been completely cut off, he didn't scream or flinch.
His face stayed calm, cold, and emotionless.
As he kept moving back, countless spears made of fire, wind, earth, and lightning rained down from above.
Each one came faster than the last, like endless arrows shot from all sides.
No matter how far he went, he couldn't escape their range.
Then, through the noise of explosions and crackling energy, a quiet voice reached his ears—
"Astra."
The single word made his eyes widen in shock.
He knew what it meant, and he knew he couldn't dodge it in time.
"Tsk," he clicked his tongue in irritation, gripping his great sword tightly.
He pulled it up in front of him, and ice began to spread from his blade, wrapping around his body.
In a few seconds, a thick round shell of ice formed, covering him completely like a frozen orb.
