*** Days Later
[Frozen Vector]
From Eryndor to Berian, a thin line of frozen air streaked across the land, piercing through mountains, rivers, flora, and every organism in its path. Only one person could manipulate ice at that level—someone capable of creating ice as thin as a string that could travel across entire regions.
Azrael.
CRASH!
A burst of ice exploded in front of Evelina's and my mansion, and from it emerged Azrael and the two of us. The temperature around him plummeted as he brought us here.
Ice magic wasn't even supposed to be capable of something like this. Unlike light and dark magic, ice magic never had its own teleportation spell.
What Azrael did was simply the result of manipulating a mobility spell to absolute perfection, turning a mere speed boost into pseudo-teleportation.
Apparently, after the examination, Azrael didn't want us riding an aircraft back to Berian. The operating costs were getting too high, apparently.
So he decided to escort us himself.
