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The pack watched as Korak summoned his ice magic, drawing moisture from the atmosphere around them. His movements were slow at first, deliberate, as he condensed the moisture into small patches of frost in midair. Gradually, these patches grew into solid plates of ice, connected by shimmering bridges.

"We're not leaping like the Mermen, and we're not flowing like the Ripple Clan," Korak explained, his voice steady and determined. "We'll run through the sky on a highway of ice."

The pack members grinned, their fangs gleaming. This was the kind of bold, reckless strategy they thrived on.