King Gulben gritted his teeth as the relentless attacks battered his body from all directions. Each impact sent jolts of numbing pain through his limbs. Not juat that, the freezing energy sapping his strength as well.
The frost creeping along his skin grew thicker, spreading like chains of ice that threatened to lock his movements entirely.
He couldn't keep taking hits like this. The mist around him was unnatural—it wasn't just obscuring his vision but also freezing him.
Laston was moving through it with terrifying speed, landing attacks from impossible angles before disappearing again.
But king Gulben refused to fall here.
The humiliation of relying on Erend again burned deeper than the frost in his veins. He was the king of the Elves. If he couldn't even stop one traitor, then what right did he have to lead his people?
A surge of determination blazed within him, burning away his hesitation. He clenched his fists, forcing his Magic to surge through his body.
"HYYAAAAAARGH!!!"
