She drew back the bowstring, murmuring words in a tongue no one present could understand. As the chant continued, her body slowly lifted away from Ethan's back, no longer resting against him as if some unseen force were bearing her weight.
Lyla's chant was not especially long, yet the moment it ended, the magical arrow forming on Frostbound Reverie began to tremble violently. At its tip, a white vortex spun into existence, drawing in waves of frigid air from within itself as it rotated. It felt as though the vortex connected to some distant realm, siphoning its unbearable cold into this world. As the seconds passed, that freezing energy condensed, layering upon itself until it formed an enormous arrowhead of solid ice.
Ethan hovered at an altitude of nearly a thousand meters. Even so, the violent fluctuations of magical power radiating from Lyla's Forbidden Spell were still sensed by the NPC garrison stationed far below.
