All of a sudden, Edyrm roared. He resisted against the combined magic of Rolfe and Caleb.
"Run from here!" Rolfe shouted. His father's face was pinched as he was using all his magic to fight against them. The ice thawed and it crunched when Edyrm lifted his boot out of the layer that had surrounded it.
Caleb threw his hands up. He swirled his hands in the air that was whipping their hair and mottling their cheeks and directed it back at the king, slamming him back on his throne. Edyrm grunted as he landed on his ass. The next moment more ice started building around his feet.
"Run from here, Iona!" Rolfe shouted. "Take your brother. Take all your men from here. But when you come back…" his breath became ragged as his eyes became glossy, thinking that his ate would leave. "When you come back, come back with your parents and every other Lore alliance of yours and take this place down."
