Chapter 339: Freedom Airs

Talia Avario and I barely exchanged a glance before we launched into the fight. The guards were coming at us, but there was no fear in my heart. These weren’t soldiers—they were witches and wizards, their magic weak, and their weapons even weaker. I could sense it the moment they closed in on us. Their spells, while shimmering with power, lacked the precision and force that could stop us. Avario moved like a shadow through the snow, his speed almost unnatural as he cut down one of the guards. I called the water from the air, the moisture freezing into sharp, deadly shards as I hurled them at the others. One guard let out a startled cry as an icicle buried itself in his shoulder, and another fell to the ground, clutching his leg where Avario’s sword had struck. "Keep moving," Avario growled over the chaos, his voice hard and cold. He pulled out a sword from somewhere hidden in his back. Where on earth did he get that from? I asked myself. Then, I had a bright idea—to manipulate the