Trial Of Ice And Determination (Part 2)
"Get back here!" A voice, shrill with desperation, echoed through the air. The purple-haired Magus raised her arms, summoning the weight of her Endowment. Cecilia could feel it instantly—like the air itself had grown heavier, thick with invisible pressure.
But even as the force of gravity bore down on her, Cecilia didn't flinch. She couldn't outrun this specific Endowment, but that was never the plan.
'The plan was never to outrun it,' Cecilia thought as she pushed her legs harder, muscles burning with effort.
The Magus didn't bother trying to hide the orb in her breast pocket—it was already too late for subtlety. She glanced back at the Magus, her face twisted in determination, and knew she had to focus.
The weight in the air continued to increase, but Cecilia's resolve didn't waver. She'd prepared for this. Despite the crushing gravity, she was faster than most could anticipate—faster than even the Magus had predicted.