Kapitel 366: Frost Magic

Elara's breath hitched as the first creature broke the water's surface. The grotesque form, its twisted body glinting wetly in the sunlight, sent a chill of unease through her. Then another appeared. And another. Soon, the horizon was a writhing mass of monstrosities. Her grip on her staff tightened, her knuckles whitening. 

'Focus,' she told herself, heart pounding in her chest. Her master's voice echoed in her mind: Fear is natural. Control it, or it will control you. 

"Lady Elara," Cedric called, his voice steady as he stepped onto the platform nearest hers. His sword was drawn, its edge gleaming. "Stay behind the line. You're the key to holding this formation. We've got this." 

She nodded quickly, her eyes flicking to the mercenaries bracing for impact. Their confidence was reassuring, but her nerves remained. She had trained for this, prepared for this, and yet the sight of those creatures made her feel small.