The frost beneath Yvonne's feet pulsed outward, expanding in perfectly symmetrical patterns, each crystalline shape blooming like a fractal flower. Above her, the sigil grew and rotated slowly, complex enough to resemble an ancient constellation lost to time.
Lilith's flames flickered in response, her instincts sharpening as the spiritual pressure shifted. She knitted her eyebrows.
"She's serious…" she muttered, excitement and unease mixing in her voice.
Naturally, Ignis felt it too. Her massive wings lowered, claws burrowing slightly into the scorched earth, her body bracing for the next exchange that it wouldn't be merely combat, but a clash of concepts between ice and fire.
Then, the air crystallized. Every breath condensed into glittering frost.
Yvonne whispered softly of the name of her ultimate skill.
"Eternal Winter—Frozen Crown Judgement."
