Where the Heart Is

The cultists are forced to stop when large, jagged shards of ice tear toward them across the ground.

CULTISTS: "WOAH!"

Ísja and Num stare at the ice Num created with magic, Ísja looking slightly concerned.

ÍSJA: "...That might've been overkill."

Num takes his end of the scarf from Ísja.

NUM: "C'mon, let's get moving. I'd give it five minutes before they find a way around."

Whoagh.......


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