Roar...

A brilliant blue light began emanating from the depths of Arterion’s maw. At first faint, the glow intensified, pulsating along the dragon’s throat as though it were alive. Like ice crystals expanding, the azure radiance grew sharper and larger with every passing moment.

Whoosh...

The surrounding temperature plummeted abruptly. Frost formed across the earth in an instant. Every exhale from the onlookers turned into visible white vapor.

“Well, this is a problem.”

Ghislain let out a wry smile. A dragon’s breath attack couldn’t be negated with magic seals.

Of course, a breath attack wasn’t something dragons could use repeatedly, so avoiding it was an option. But Arterion didn’t appear to be planning a standard breath attack.