Everyone was stunned. Snow? What was the point of that?
Suddenly, Airic realized something. 'The land… It's not elevating even though the Phantus commander called for it?' Confusion covered his features until his eyes widened. 'THE JAVELIN!?'
The Phantus were beginning to panic. They were less than five hundred yards from clashing with the Earth gate army, but, their momentum was being slowly crushed.
Not only was their footing being ruined by the ice piling on the ground, their scaled elephants were noticeably slowing!
Commander Draven roared in anger. "You damned beast! Move!"
But, there was no response. The usually rowdy and vicious scaled elephant had lost its fire. The water that had coated its skin was slowly icing over, and although that wasn't enough to encase it in ice, something else entirely different was happening.
The charge of the elephants slowed…
Four hundred meters….
Three hundred and fifty meters…
Three hundred meters…