He didn't move his hands. Didn't tilt his head. Just let the system stay open in the corner of his vision.
One slot done.
He hovered over the glyph input field.
Something cold.
Something fast.
He thought about the knight boss. How it moved like fog and hit like falling bricks.
He needed control.
He needed reach.
He needed something that made people freeze long enough to breathe.
His thoughts flicked once.
And the system answered.
The screen shifted, threads of pale blue lining out across a circular sigil map. No branches this time. No weird logic loops. Just one central glyph with clean arcs spiraling out from a sharp-edged triangle core.
[Spell Design – Confirmed]
Name: [Frost Spire]
Type: Ice-element spike conjuration
Effect: Launches a narrow frozen lance from caster's location toward designated target. Slows target on contact. Anchors terrain with ice patch.
Mana Cost: ~7
Cooldown: Moderate
Anchor Sigil: Stable
Trajectory Assistance: Enabled
Status: [Active]
