"Teleportation is blocked!" Rogge yelled back, banking hard to avoid a swipe of the god's hand. "The space is frozen! If we try to jump, we'll be scattered across the cosmos as frozen meat confetti!"
Alvian watched the battle, his [Heart of Frost] attunement allowing him to see the flow of mana that the others couldn't. He saw the tethers connecting the Avatar to the mountain. Rogge was right. It was a losing battle.
"Standard magic follows the rules of the System," Alvian muttered. "Fire melts ice. But infinite ice extinguishes fire."
Rogge seemed to realize this at the same moment. He stopped his chair, hovering in the center of the sanctum, staring at the colossal face of Engels. The manic glee faded from his face, replaced by a cold, terrifying sorrow.
"George", Rogge's voice came over the comms, strangely calm. "Prepare the [Void Anchor]. When I create the opening, you pull them out."
