Mrs. Lawson raised her void-forged sword, muttering an incantation low under her breath. At her command, dozens, then hundreds of jagged dark icicles formed mid-air and with a flick of her wrist, they shot forward in a storm of sharpened death.
Rin reacted instantly without an incantation or anything as twin gouts of hellfire erupted from her palms, flooding the space in front of them with blistering flames. But inside this cursed, dark cube, her fire was weak.
The icicles tore through it.
The flames flickered out before even touching the oncoming barrage.
Seeing how useless Rin's fire was in here, Tama used her claws and slashed, batted, and smashed through the incoming shards of dark icicles. But every time she struck one down, her arms slowed like the cold was seeping into her bones. Her reactions dulled. One spear pierced her right shoulder. Another slammed into her gut and stuck deep, half-melting into her flesh.
