In front of the group a troop of soldiers clad in jagged ice stone armour formed a tight perimeter, their frozen boots grinding against the frostbitten earth as they pushed forward in unison.
Their bodies glimmered faintly beneath the dim glow of the under dark, pale blue veins of frost running through their armor like trapped lightning. Each step they took left behind a thin layer of rime that crept across the ground and sealed cracks in silence.
This was Leon's star weaver ability.
With a steady breath he could pull threads of frozen light from the air itself, weaving them into solid forms that obeyed his will without hesitation. Spears, shields, archers, vanguards. Each troop carved from cold starlight and hardened ice.
