Merry murmured, "Frost Nova!"
Merry's Frost Nova... was no ordinary Frost Nova. It easily froze the entire burial chamber, and even Shawn and the others were no exception. It was an indiscriminate attack, though it dealt no direct damage; it merely froze every corporeal creature in place.
Including the Dark Knights.
Immediately afterward, Merry cast a second Arcane Magic spell.
"Cone of Cold!"
If an ordinary mage's Cone of Cold was like a refreshing autumn breeze against the face, then Merry's was a force-twelve hurricane howling through the depths of winter. In an instant, it hurled every creature within the 120-degree arc in front of him away, including the Dark Knights and even the incorporeal undead.
The legs of the Skeletal Warhorses the Dark Knights rode remained frozen in place, but every other bone in their bodies was blasted away by Cone of Cold and scattered across the floor.
The burial chamber was not large. The hurricane generated by Cone of Cold rebounded and intersected within it, affecting even Shawn and the others standing behind Merry. Fortunately, the rebounding winds never exceeded force eight.
Med'an raised his staff, which was made of some unknown material, and wove a powerful magical barrier around everyone. Besides blocking the hurricane, it also warded off scattered attacks from the undead.
But the magical barrier came a little too late. Everyone had already been frozen by Frost Nova.
"Stupid old man! Watch where you're casting!" Chromie grumbled, then wrenched her feet upward and broke free of the ice. As expected of an adult Dragon, her strength far surpassed that of any human Grand Warrior. The only unfortunate part was that her shoes tore as she broke free...
Shawn calmly summoned a Fire Elemental to melt the ice. Under Chromie's pitiful, reproachful, and slightly dopey gaze,