The beam of frozen light surged toward her—sharp, merciless.
Selene's instincts took over.
"Frost Wall!"
A thick wall of ice erupted in front of her, shimmering with layers of mana-forged frost. The beam struck a heartbeat later—an impact like a hammer of pure cold.
Cracks raced across the ice, splinters of frozen light scattering into the air, but the wall held.
Barely.
Selene gritted her teeth. 'That was close.'
But the danger wasn't over.
Through the fractures in the wall, she saw the wyvern shifting—massive wings unfurling, claws digging into the stone as it prepared to take off.
'It's trying to fly.'
If it got airborne, they were finished.
No time to think.
"Gravition Hold!"
Her mana flared outward—dense, unseen. A crushing force slammed down on the wyvern's body, anchoring it to the ground. The creature let out a guttural screech, wings straining, muscles bulging against the invisible weight.
