"Shatter it," Kain said grimly.
Vauleth’s pupils contracted. He flared his wings and let out a roar that shook the arena.
From deep within his core, fla surged outward from his mouth—but strangely it wasn’t a physical fla. This was a manifestation of the domain-like skill Vauleth obtained after purifying his bloodline in combination with his regular dragon’s breath.
Upon further experintation of the new skill with Aegis’ existing skills, one of the effects was this insubstantial fla that targeted the spirit and mind.
The intangible pieces of snowdust floating in the air, untouched by normal fla, now burned away, evaporating with a sizzling whine.
After the massive energy expenditure, Chewy was thankfully there to restore him to full energy in the blink of an eye—which was needed considering the opponents didn’t just stop there.
But the Myron flitted higher and released a second, more concentrated pulse—this ti directly at Aegis.
The giant didn’t get a chance to move.
The dust hit.
Frost blossod.
And then—
Boom.
Aegis’ passive shield activated, scattering the frost into harmless mist. But despite how easily Aegis seed to have blocked it, Kain knew that the passive shield only just barely held, despite the level difference between them, which was a testant to just how strong the blow was.
Aegis stomped once and threw up a jagged ring of defensive spikes to protect Chewy, who had left the cover of Kain and was currently gulping down energy like juice and feeding it back to Aegis and Vauleth.
Across the battlefield, Arlen made his move.
He raised a single hand.
Spiritual energy twisted, then snapped into stillness.
The temperature plumted. The stage dimd.
Kain’s breath fogged midair. Vauleth growled uneasily. Even Aegis flinched.
However, Kain had no idea what was going on, at least not until the voice of the announcer rang out to explain.
Then the voice of the announcer rang out:
"There it is! We’ve just gotten word from one of our correspondents that this appears to be Arlen’s gift, which he is using for the first ti in this tournant. Reportedly, it can create a zone in which all kinetic energy is drained, forcing temperatures toward absolute zero. Unfortunately, it doesn’t even distinguish between his own contracts and the opponents, so he is unable to use it in team battles."
As the announcer described everything stopped.
Not physically. But thermodynamically.
The air thickened with silence. Motion slowed. Vauleth’s flas passive surrounding his body began to flicker and vanish.
A do of imperceptible suppression began to expand from Arlen’s position. The crowd couldn’t see it, but they felt it—goosebumps prickled, breaths misted, and even the energy shielding around the stage shimred as the temperature dropped toward nothingness.
Chewy squealed. Due to his low level and as a body made up of almost pure energy, he was by far the most affected.
He froze.
Literally.
A film of pale white ford over his round form as his energy core began to crystallize from the unnatural cold. He squeaked once more and huddled into himself like a shivering dumpling, unable to move. Eventually, the shivering stopped as he froze into a solid white ball covered in frost.
"Chewy!" Kain barked, startled. Before hastily recalling the spore into his star space before he suffered permanent damage. Thankfully, after checking into his space, he could see that, while unconscious, it wasn’t in any imdiate danger and would have any lasting side-effects.
But it wasn’t just the spore.
Vauleth’s flas were gone.
The mighty dragon snarled and tried to breathe out his usual dragon’s breath—but the heat stuttered. Fire dulled to embers, then sputtered like candles in a windless void.
Frost ford at the edge of his molten scales. His molten armour cracked, steaming violently to combat the cold, but even it couldn’t keep up completely.
And Aegis?
Frost overtook his entire back and shoulders. His joints began to stiffen.
Kain’s expression hardened. "Not yet."
Inside Aegis, invisible to all due to the frost covering his body, a tiny pulse of black Abyssal energy circulated through his vein-like circuits..
Not enough to expose him.
Just enough to burn inside the frost. A current of dark fire slithered under the surface, counteracting the extre cold discreetly, maintaining mobility where there should have been none.
Arlen stood in the center of the domain, unmoving.
His lips were blue.
His fingers trembled faintly from the spiritual drain.
But his contracts surged forward. Although they too were affected by the cold, even too extre for them, they had greater resistance. Not to ntion that the domain was like a double-edged sword to them. The extre cold may have caused them minor discomfort and made them a little slower, but it also greatly boosted the strength of their ice attribute skills.
The Frigid Dusk Lionel blinked again—space folding behind Vauleth.
Kain’s eyes widened.
But he didn’t panic.
"Don’t turn around," he said quietly. No point in wasting the little energy that could be used to move in this strange domain.
Instead, following his orders, Vauleth roared again—tail lashing backward without ever looking as the upgraded molten armor of the red dragon clan activated at full capacity to help resist the extre cold. The scorching hot tail struck.
The Lionel staggered, knocked aside mid-leap.
But the hit wasn’t clean. A burst of spatial flicker absorbed part of the impact—still, it was wounded. Frost mist sprayed from its ribs.
Kain could feel it.
The ice was weakening. This gift clearly couldn’t last for too long.
"Finish it," he ordered. And transmitted all of his remaining spiritual power to boost Vauleth for this one attack. Kain’s vision began to swim at the overdraw of spiritual power, and it couldn’t be restored due to Chewy’s absence.
But Vauleth didn’t let Kain’s efforts go to waste.
He took a breath.
And exhaled hell.
The flas that spewed from his mouth weren’t wide or ssy like usual. It was more akin to a narrow, precise—like a cutting torch from the forge of a vengeful god. The concentrated ray of fire helped to resist Arlen’s gift so that it wasn’t imdiately dispersed before it could reach the target.
The fla hissed through the air with a shriek, slicing directly into Lionel’s injured flank before the space-type contract could fully blink away.
It was a direct hit.
And the Lionel dropped, unconscious, before it hit the ground.
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