NARRATOR

The fierce sound of battle echoed inside the ice prison.

Edmund was under siege by two fighters, but his years of experience were not in vain.

He had fought hundreds of battles, mastered the patience to wait for the right moment, a trait that defied the fiery recklessness of youth.

White and golden sparks flared in the air.

He dodged with lightning speed, his body vibrating as it shifted from one attack to another.

His lightning blade clashed against the powerful ice sword and the misty axe.

Nyx and Aidan moved in perfect sync, as if they'd always fought together, their magical souls resonating as one—but nothing was faster than light.

The Sorcerer King dodged the deadly traps hidden in the ice.

Icicles shot from the ceiling and floor, and the mirrored surface rippled like quicksand, ready to swallow him.

His feet could barely find solid ground—it was like watching a shooting star dart through the tight space.

But he was burning through his life force with every mov