Although they had only known each other for a short time, everyone instinctively followed Klein's instructions. Even Grossel, who had just landed and had yet to steady himself, leaped up with all his might. With the help of the hurricane Sia created, everyone narrowly avoided the ice ring's attack.
But at the same time, that leap from a standstill completely disrupted their continuous assault.
Having gained a chance to catch its breath, the frost giant dragon sealed its wounds with cold air. Under the cover of the icy mist created by the ice rings, it slid across the frozen ground like a sled.
"God says, it is ineffective!"
Realizing that the enemy had created a fog screen, Snoeman immediately spread his arms. As gentle light radiated outward, most of the icy mist and ice crystals were calmed, and even the solid ice on the ground showed faint signs of melting.
The Dragon of the North folded its wings and charged toward them in a spindle shape, exposing itself to view. Yet the distance had already closed to a dangerously short range, and its target was still Sia!
Perhaps because of the arrow that had pierced its reverse scale, or simply because she possessed the strongest long-range attacks. Or perhaps because Sia was blatantly beginning a lengthy chant.
In any case, that bone-piercing chill had completely locked onto its hatred.
Even as the frost giant dragon closed to an extremely dangerous distance from Sia, she continued chanting a beautiful yet forceful melody, because she trusted that her companions would stop this attack for her.
Just as she had expected, Grossel was about to rush forward immediately. But before he could, Sno had already waved his arm—
"Within Reach, Yet Miles Apart."
The distance that had originally been within arm's reach instantly