With a flick of Vanessa's slender finger, a surge of crimson flame burst to life in her palm. It twisted into a small fireball and roared forward, blazing toward the miniature snowmen.
The searing heat cut through the chilling fog, illuminating the ghostly mist with orange light.
But to her shock, the snowmen were faster than expected.
Despite their comical appearance, they moved with surprising agility, springing to the sides with uncanny grace. The fireball struck the ground, hissing against frost and dirt, but missed its targets entirely.
Then came the counterattack.
In a flash, icy spheres materialized in the snowmen's stubby hands. With eerie synchrony, they raised their tiny arms.
The wind howled as the snowballs were launched at blinding speed, hissing through the fog like miniature comets.
"Elia, incoming!" Vanessa shouted.
