The snowstorm around the battlefield began to shift unnaturally. The once chaotic winds calmed, and the falling snow stopped midair as if refusing to touch the ground.
Frost spread outward from Lucien's position in a perfect circle, freezing everything in its path. Even the fleeing monsters in the distance felt the temperature plummet and fled even faster, howling in terror.
Xalvureth's two glowing eyes narrowed in recognition. "Forbidden Magic…"
The Demon King of Decay tightened his skeletal hand, making the Death Grip crush harder against the remaining layers of Lucien's barriers.
Cracks rapidly spread across the barrier, but unlike before, the shattered fragments didn't fall away. They instead reformed into thicker, denser ice layers that resisted the decay.
Varnak's fiery body burned brighter, and hellfire erupted around him as he shouted in fury. "You dare try that trick against us, human?!"
