Rama looked back at Caedryn, whose advance toward him had finally stopped, if only momentarily.
The corrupted sorcerer now stood trapped in a lattice of shimmering ice, the caster's spell freezing the ground beneath his feet and slowing his movements.
Cracks were already forming as the dark Mana inside him fought to break free, but for now, he was locked in place.
His wild eyes that glowing with violet and black rage, never left Rama.
Rama clenched his jaw. What Caedryn had done to EvLat was unforgivable. His loyal companion thrown through the air like a broken toy burned itself into Rama's mind. A price would be paid. He would make sure of it.
But not yet.
He looked over his shoulder once more. A few meters behind the battlefield's edge, the last two anchor runes pulsed faintly beneath shattered stone and flickering embers in his eyes.
