Dravok's hand clenched fully, and in that instant, the sky seemed to fall.
The massive fire hailstones, suspended moments ago in ominous stillness, came crashing down with terrifying force, tearing through the air as though the heavens themselves had turned hostile. Each one burned violently, wrapped in compressed wind that accelerated their descent, turning them into unstoppable projectiles of destruction.
The first impact came like thunder.
The Ice Belle reacted instantly, her hands rising as a vast canopy of ice surged upward, expanding rapidly to shield both herself and Lucas, layers upon layers of frozen defense forming in a desperate attempt to withstand what was coming.
The fire hailstones struck the barrier, and the result was immediate and brutal, the intense heat overwhelming the ice with ease as it began to melt almost instantly, not cracking or shattering, but dissolving, collapsing into vapor as though it had never been solid to begin with.
