~Whoosh~ The howling wind continued to howl between them, carrying frost and the sll of death. The spirit stepped over the line, her foot touching the ground beyond the one-kiloter radius. The invisible tether to the pavilion stretched thin. Her mana regeneration dropped. The safety net of infinite revival ceased.
Despite feeling vulnerable, she decided to continue walking towards Moon.
The temperature around them plumted beyond anything Moon had experienced. The howling wind of the floating island grew teeth, biting through his equipnt, his skin, his bones. Frost erupted across the ground in every direction, spreading outward from the spirit's footsteps in a wave that consud everything it touched. Grass froze solid and shattered. Trees groaned as ice crawled up their trunks, their bark splitting from the expansion. She had chosen to fight to the death.
Moon's smile didn't waver.
"Good choice."
Mirage began to retreat on Moon's command, each stride pulling them further from the pavilion's range.
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