At the planar fissure, the cold wind was still biting, but the surrounding spatial fluctuations had stabilized significantly.
Emerald green magical light flowed from Ithilien's fingertips as she slowly withdrew them from the last rune node on the ground.
The intricate lines of the Magic Array at her feet faintly glowed before fading into the ice and snow, leaving only a lingering echo of Magic Power.
"It's done."
Ithilien let out a soft breath, the white vapor instantly condensing into Ice Crystals in the frigid air.
The Magic Array was complete. Now, the fissure wouldn't suddenly close or spiral out of control, at least not before the next Magic Power tidal cycle.
She shook the frost from her clothes. Just as she was about to speak to Chen Yu, Xiaoka suddenly shot into the air, its wings buzzing. It turned its head eastward and, without a moment's hesitation, flew back toward the East Swamp.
