The Crimson Dragon's roar tore through the chamber like a dying star, its body riddled with jagged icicle blades that pinned its wings and tore through its burning scales. Emery turned instinctively to help—
—but the Winter Lord was already there.
She crossed the distance in a streak of pale-blue frost, her serpent tail coiling beneath her as her upper body twisted and the icy spear in her hand thrust forward.
Emery spun back just in time.
His void blade met the spearhead.
The collision sounded like a glacier splitting.
A shockwave rippled through the frozen chamber, fracturing the floor and sending shards of spirit-ice spinning into the air. Emery was hurled backward, his arms vibrating from the impact as freezing energy crawled along his weapon, trying to crawl into his soul.
Before he could reorient himself, Caelthar struck.
