Ignara's flames leapt from one body to the next. Wherever they passed, nothing survived—only bones and ground stained red by the firelight.
Queen Elowen stood in the rear and raised one hand.
A transparent ice crystal appeared above her palm.
It was no bigger than a knuckle, yet its interior kept flickering with scenes from the battlefield. Ignara's giant phoenix circling overhead. Soldiers charging forward. The dark gray enemies marching with their stiff, orderly steps—tiny moving images reflected across the crystal's surface.
Elowen watched for a moment, then gently nudged her fingers upward.
The crystal lifted off her hand and drifted toward the air above the cage.
It wasn't fast. After rising to a certain height, it stopped in place. In the next instant, its position changed—skipping over everyone's heads and reappearing directly above the enemy mass in front.
A faint blue glow lit inside the crystal.
