The audience was in suspense.
The ring she stood on was a vast circular field of shimmering marble to which Aelith was bringing with her the biting cold of an eternal winter. The ground beneath her feet was freezing in an intricate pattern of ice crystals that spread out in waves.
On the other side, Ivor appeared in an instant, enveloped in a rippling distortion that made the space around him seem liquid. He casually raised his hand, and a small crack in the fabric of reality appeared beside him, sucking in the air like a vortex.
"So, shall we proceed?" he said, his voice reverberating as if it echoed through several dimensions at once.
"A universe of ice will be your limit," she replied, her voice as calm as the first snowfall of winter.
Ivor snorted and stretched out his arms, as folds of space opened around Aelith like glowing rifts. Blades of spatial energy emerged from these openings, shooting at impossible speeds in all directions.
