The little edge of the northern border was in a mess. The barely-there plants had rotted away, along with the crumbling of small caves.
How could it not be when the archduke had come teleporting right in the middle of it all?
Teleportation was an act of obscene mana consumption, one that could easily kill the caster.
If by some miracle they survived the rapid mana drain, the pressure buildup in the air was enough to crush the lungs, puncturing delicate organs like a balloon.
And yet, the moment Darius spotted the tiny figure on the blood-soaked snow from the cliff, he abandoned his cavalry to appear where Xion was.
The green mana pulsed so violently, it lashed at its surroundings like an agitated beast. It smashed into the wall of the cave, crumbling it.
The bodies that might've survived due to being frozen had already begun to rot rapidly. Even the barrier Xion had formed had cracks on it.
