323 Battle in the Sky

CRuuUNCH!

With a resounding crunch, Evalyn's black military boot touched down on a crystal platform the size of a dinner plate. It cracked under pressure, imprinting the tread pattern of her boot, leaving the crystalized surface a milky white.

Although seemingly delicate, the floating ice withstood her weight, allowing her to spring off it and soar five feet into the air before it plummeted to the earth.

CruuuUNCH! CRuuUNCH! CruuuUNCH! CRuuUNCH!

Successive ice platforms materialized beneath her feet as she raced upward, each cracking under her weight. Her ascent was swift and unyielding: five feet became ten, then twenty, and by the tenth step, she had reached a lethal height for any mortal and ran further still.

Evalyn channeled adrenaline through her spirit technique, ignoring the vast ocean and pier below. Her sole aim was to kill the brunette flying toward her people in a desperate race against time.