Was that fire?
No, it was the power of frost!
The moment Angel looked toward the cave entrance, blue flames of ice swept toward her. Everything they passed—the Grosell party's luggage, the campfire, even the sparse moss in the cave—vanished beneath thick ice. The oncoming cold stung her face.
Words like "Adam" and "Angel of Imagination" still echoed in Angel's mind, leaving her briefly blank. But her battle-honed instincts acted before she could think.
"Frost!"
Angel thrust both hands forward, wielding the power of frost as she had against the blizzard. She struggled to control the blue flames pouring into the cave. Turning cold into flame was beyond her abilities at Sequence 5. As Edwina had said, the rampaging King of the North outside had likely reached the level of a demigod in this power alone.
But being unable to control it did not mean she could not resist it. She poured spirituality into the space before her, rendering part of the ice flames attacking them "neutral," so they no longer rolled deeper into the cave. It was much like the way she had used her Sequence 5 abilities to counter Lady Despair's plague in Backlund.
A clear space opened around the campfire amid the surging ice flames, sparing the others, who had just leapt to their feet, from being frozen outright. Grosell reacted fastest. With a thunderous roar, he charged out against the flames, now less dangerous, smashing a safe passage through the frozen waves as wide as his shoulders.
Angel followed close behind, pushing the ice flames aside. As she stepped out of the cave, she finally saw the figure at the center of this travelogue's final battle: Ulyssan, the King of the North.
Even on all fours, the Frost Dragon stood over five meters tall, making Grosell,