A disturbance. Rhys followed, but his mind latched onto those words. It seemed likely Roman was going against X-DAV's wishes, but there may have been something valuable there. There wasn't time to debate it now. He reached into his pocket for his phone and checked for the time. The screen was cracked, but it still turned on.

Not much time at all. He had hoped for a little more.

Nothing for it. Rhys pocketed his phone and stepped ahead of Roman. He drew back his fist and launched a punch into the ice, sending webs of cracks along the surface. Without Kharveryos' influence, the temperature was beginning to return to normal, and there was no ice breath to replace the shattered chunks that Rhys broke away with his subsequent punches.