Fear began to envelop her heart.
She really couldn't win, and she didn't know how long she could hold on.
"Can't be afraid, absolutely can't be afraid."
Isatia shouted in her heart as sweat soaked her short hair and clothes.
"Isatia, just hold steady over there, Hyperion is safe now."
Abigail's voice reached her immediately.
"Really?!"
Isatia's eyes lit up.
Taking advantage of the moment when the Marquis rushed again, she suddenly crouched down, darting past the Marquis's side with lightning speed and accurately casting a spell to conjure a set of ice shackles to lock onto the Marquis's legs.
Before her feet hit the ground, Isatia had already thrown another set of ice crystal shackles towards Marquis Bainhardt, then scrambled to her feet and fled like mad.
The shackles drew an arc through the air, accompanied by a crisp "click," firmly locking the Marquis's wrists.
