“Ah, this is…!”
Tesilid, having assessed the situation, turned to look at me. His eyes conveyed a sense of impending danger.
I shouted out.
“We need to run, Terry!”
Our current fighting strength only consisted of two expert-level aura users. We had no defensive or healing skills.
The best course of action was to escape 10 km away and then use a teleportation stone to flee the area.
But the world that had bound my hands wasn’t likely to spare my legs either.
[<System> Warning: Your body is freezing due to the ‘Cold Accumulation’ status.]
“Gasp!”
My mobility was abruptly reduced, as if a heavy shackle had been clamped around my ankles.
[<System> Warning: The ‘Prison of Eternal Ice’ is being constructed.]
Rumble!
“Our escape route…!”
Walls of ice surged up around us,…
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