'If no one's going to come and save us, then I can only do what I can.'
Inside the ice shell, Rachel continuously channeled her mana.
Cold.
She was feeling cold.
Something unheard of for a mage with the ice affinity.
Crack. Crack…!
For what she could think have been a few minutes already, the Wraith Beasts were relentless in their attacks.
Her mana reserves have been strained for quite a while.
Her body was getting weaker and weaker and her complexions were pale.
But…
After studying ice magic ever since she was young.
There was a specific line from a book she just couldn't forget.
—To advance in the arts of ice, you must become one with the ice.
And in the current situation, the words were taken literally.
She was literally inside her own ice magic. Because it was made with mana, she could breathe inside. The same went for Claire.
Crack. Crack…!