The moment those two unleashed their power, the temperature around them plummeted. The air itself froze solid, and even Ethan couldn't help but shiver.
"What the hell are you supposed to be?" Namyanna's voice was sharp, her eyes glowing with a piercing ice-blue light. "You think you can talk to us like that?"
Behind her, the air shimmered with a deadly chill, frost forming in midair as her own power surged to match the intruder's.
Crack-crack-crack…
The collision of their auras sent fractures through the space around them, like glass under pressure.
But the Frostwyrm Sovereign didn't seem interested in Namyanna. His focus was locked on Ethan, and he was pouring more and more power into the clash, clearly trying to force her back.
Ethan saw right through him.
In a flash, he appeared beside them. "Namyanna, stand down."
