Aelith didn't stop there. She reached out, summoning a creature made of pure ice. A colossal dragon emerged from the frozen ground, its scales shining like diamonds in the distorted light. The air shuddered with its birth, a wave of cold so intense it cracked the air itself like glass. It roared, a glacial cacophony that echoed in the bones of the spectators, unleashing a torrent of ice that froze the distortions of space, turning vortices into translucent sculptures.
Ivor wasted no time in opening a series of portals that enveloped the dragon. The spatial rifts spun like astral blades, cutting through with absolute silence. The great reptile was sucked into pieces, its form disintegrating into a mist of glittering crystals, but each disappearing piece seemed to be instantly recreated by Aelith, growing from spontaneous frost in the still air.
