Lith's eyes narrowed as he stared at the self-repairing barrier that barred his access to the Frorl Household, and the coldness of his fury manifested into a single word.
"Jerak!" The Cursed Ice coated the weakened external layers of runes, almost freezing them into place and forcing what was supposed to be ethereal into a physical form.
Alas, almost is seldom enough.
Mirror Magic was a powerful tool, but chore magic was the dullest blade among all kinds of magic.
"Jerak…" Lith searched in the world energy, listening to the angry roar and pain in Mogar's voice that resonated with his own. "Jerak Satha!"
The energy of the barriers before Lith stilled, the tier one Zero Spell trapping what was supposed to be immaterial into solid hoarfrost.
Before anyone could register the shock from the impossible feat, Lith delivered his next punch. The runes shattered, and with them the barrier they held together. The arrays still worked. They still had energy.
