Away from Frey, another battle of equal intensity raged on.
From the very start, Carmen had been forced into a purely defensive stance—something that completely contradicted her aggressive nature.
She burned through her seven stars to their very limits, desperately trying to melt Eleanor's ice.
"You cannot win… Carmen."
Thousands of ice spears materialized around Eleanor, cascading toward Carmen like an unstoppable storm.
Her gauntlets—formidable weapons in their own right—were beginning to falter under the relentless onslaught.
The gap between their ranks was simply insurmountable. Without a special means to bridge it, victory was impossible.
Eleanor had no intention of dragging this out. She wanted to end it swiftly and put an end to this farce—especially after seeing her son struggle against Frey Starlight, an enigma she had yet to fully comprehend.
A level of power that defied reason… She was facing one of the greatest mysteries of her life.
