Inside the icy hexagon, Khione was already weaving her next spell. The air grew so cold it burned to breathe. She pointed her wand upward, through the open top of her bastion.
"Frozen Sky: Hailstorm."
A beautiful chilling spell had been unleashed upon the world.
Above the arena, the air darkened as if announcing an incoming storm. What formed was not hail, but spears. Jagged, foot-long projectiles of condensed ice, sharper than any arrowhead, denser than iron. They fell not with the randomness of weather, but with the precision of a scorpion's tail. Guided by her will, they shrieked down through the gravity field, their force multiplied by their velocity and weight.
THWIP-THWIP-THWIP-THWIP!
It was a rain of annihilation. The flying crystal constructs were shredded, exploding into glittering dust. The mage golems in the back ranks raised barriers instantly, but the ice-spears punched through like puncturing through paper, shattering them and pinning the constructs to the ground.
