The biting wind atop Dragonspine whipped across Venti's cheeks like a razor blade, as he looked down at the wind-eroded Stellaron suspended beside the remains of the ancient dragon Durin. Its cold, cyan-white glow greedily devoured the surrounding chill, causing even the falling snowflakes to hover and crystallize eerily within its force field.
"The Ley Line's lament is more urgent than anticipated," Albedo said, unfolding a geological map in his hands as ice crystals formed on the paper. "The Stellaron is draining the Ley Line's energy at an exponential rate. It will breach the critical threshold within thirty minutes."
Jean's Favonius Sword was already unsheathed, the cyan wind flowing along its blade resonating with the howling gale of the snow-covered mountain. "Sucrose, maximum power on the resonance meter!"
Chapter 208