Chaos In The Grand Hall

The traitorous elders, drenched in fear and desperation, lunged toward the exit. Their frost Qi crackled and surged, filling the Grand Hall with an oppressive chill.

"Stop them!" a captain of the Vossmer guards barked, his voice echoing through the hall.

The guards responded immediately, their frost-tipped spears forming an unyielding wall. Hundreds of them moved in perfect synchronization, their collective frost Qi radiating a cold, piercing pressure.

But the elders were Martial Sages, their power leagues beyond that of the guards. The moment they unleashed their frost Qi, the air grew dense with icy shards, and the guards' defensive formation began to falter.

One elder thrust his hand forward, and a shockwave of frost Qi sent the nearest guards flying. Their armor clattered as they slammed into walls, their cries of pain filling the hall.

"They can't hold them!" a servant whispered in terror, gripping her weapon tightly.