After exactly one second of Rain throwing the Runic Slate, it glowed brightly as the Rune Formation on it activated. It did the work it was supposed to do as a frost wave passed through, destroying it completely.
Rain and Veer had buried themselves in the ground, keeping their presence within themselves as best as they could while protecting themselves from the outburst of that Frost wave.
After a few seconds, things seemed to have calmed, so Veer opened his eyes. A soft glow on his sides attracted his attention as he turned to look at it.
In the cold ice, there was a small metal slate, which was glowing with a bright golden colour. It was as if the morning sun had risen from there.
The Rune.
It was glowing, and that meant it worked. Just as that thought appeared in his head, Veer felt the ground beneath him shaking as a loud, inhumane screech resounded everywhere. It was so loud that it almost made his ears bleed.