Shattered Sword

The Ice Tomb shook with powerful impacts as the fierce battle between Ashlynn and the ancestral spirits became even more intense. Ashlynn's hands felt numb from repeated impacts on her sword, and her body screamed in agony with every move, yet she dared not slow down. She'd abandoned thoughts of fighting back, and for the moment, she focused only on exhausting her opponents, hoping to wear them down and find an opportunity to counterattack. 

Outside the walls of ice, Heila's presence felt dimmer and weaker than it had just a few minutes ago, and as much as Ashlynn wanted to believe that help was coming for her, she was increasingly worried that her rescuers were running into their own difficulties.