As the golden torrent of enchanted wine descended like a crashing waterfall, Mia acted quickly, stretching her hand above her head.
"Crystalline Veil"
A roar of ice erupted from her palm, exploding outward into a massive arched shield of frozen mana.
The wine froze mid-air, cascading around the barrier like a gilded wave captured in time.
CRACK—CRACK—CRACK!
Sith leapt forward and started kicking through the icy curtain.
Shards of frozen wine shattered around them like stained glass as they escaped from beneath the shrine's ceiling.
They didn't stop to marvel at what had just happened.
Sith grabbed two of the remaining headbane wine jars, slender containers etched with runes, and tossed one to Mia.
"That better be the right one," Sith muttered. "Or we're wasting our time."
"It has to be," Mia said, inspecting the rune. "Spirit bamboo brewed under blue fire. That's what the symbol means."
