Those thick chains of ice that had erupted out of those spires clung to the Dog Goddess, spreading across her skin and battling her flames as they held her in place, weighing her down and impeding her momentum.
Even as she unleashed a storm of fiery ash onto herself the chains held relatively strong, continuing to wrap around her and pull her towards the ground as the spell continued to feed off of itself to function properly.
It worked far better than I had intended, and whether that was thanks to the verbal component of the spell that I had tracked on as a whim or if it was just my genius coming through on the runic components that I had created oh so long ago... I was unsure, but I was certain of its current potency.
Anything that could take this oversized mutt and wrangle her down to the ground was an incredible spell in my book, but such a spell came with a cost, and that cost ended up being a large portion of the mana within my Core.
