The molten tidal wave crested twenty feet above the bronze ceiling, illuminating the corridor in blinding white fire.
The heat was fierce enough to turn mortal bones to ash in half a heartbeat.
Mina Vance did not step back.
She took a single, graceful step forward, her cloth slippers brushing against the glowing flagstones.
She extended her right palm toward the roaring flood, her silver hair whipping in the thermal gale.
“Sleep,” Mina whispered softly.
Her Sovereign Dao Early frost-domain erupted outward.
A blizzard of absolute zero stillness roared from her slender fingers, colliding with the face of the molten bronze wave with concussive force.
