Nanna and Loki looked at one another and smiled before redirecting their attention to the dungeon screen. If Frost said that there was nothing to worry about then there was nothing to worry about.
Back on the battlefield Khuno remained trapped within the blood cocoon, locked in tight as the black death blades formed and threatened to pierce through the cocoon.
The wraith appeared to be faltering slightly, its ghostly form flickering and growing more transparent. This spell was a tall ask for it to cast.
The frost toll lieutenant noticing its struggle stood up straight before yelling at the top of his lungs.
"One of you attack the wraith while its focused on casting!" He looked towards the nearest set of Ronsos who turned their heads in his direction.
"No need"
Was tempted to call Khuno, Khimari but thought that would be a little too on the nose.
Khuno by the way is the name of the incan God of snow if you were curious