Now, it was up to the two of them to actively find any opportunity to explain themselves clearly.
The Bow King released his bowstring; a frost-coated arrow tore through the sky, carrying biting cold aimed at Isabella. Meanwhile, the Mage-King swung his staff, summoning a massive fiery tornado, attempting to engulf her.
Only by confronting her head-on did they have a chance to calm Isabella down.
Isabella moved nimbly, weaving through the arrows and flames. Golden patterns appeared on her skin—tangible manifestations of her chosen power.
With a fierce shout, she swung her halberd down hard. A golden blade of energy sliced the fiery tornado in two, then shifted direction to block the Bow King's frost arrows.
Frost clashed with blade energy, erupting into a dazzling light. The powerful shockwave tossed nearby rubble and dust high into the air.
