"I-IMPOSSIBLE!!"
As the fog was completely subsided, the source of the light was revealed, and the shalker felt his heart sink to the bottom of his stomach in real-time.
Those tips were not mere stars, there were none other than the ice projectiles he had deflected upon the initiation of their battle. All this time, they had been kept secret from him through a thick veil of icy fog, charging up an attack from each and every one of them.
The amount of energy stored in even a single shard of ice was astronomical, his black flames next to it were like a mere candle next to a chandelier.
His heart rate skyrocketed, and his panic incited a complete and utter change of plans. He shut his hands and spread his arms wide. The energy he once planned to use to fully annihilate his opponent was now relocated completely on defence— every ounce of energy he could spare.