The snowfield had been shattered beyond recognition. Ice-blue layers of ice heaved upward, gleaming brilliantly beneath the sunlight. At the heart of the energy eruption, a blue ice lake lay embedded in the Endless Snowfield like an eye.
The Demon Emperor stood in the middle of the ice lake, scratching at his neck as he looked around with a somewhat troubled expression.
He had not expected that fellow to be so unable to take a beating. It had only taken one strike of his staff, and the thing had seemingly turned straight to ash. What a waste of all that growing.
Compared to the entire world of ice and snow, the damage was hardly worth mentioning. Once the restless spiritual energy settled and the shattered space healed, a single blizzard would be enough to bury every trace.
"But that thing looked kind of familiar..."
The Demon Emperor muttered to himself. For some reason, he felt as though he had seen the Ice Flower somewhere before, yet he could not recall where that sense of familiarity came from.
So he decided to search the area and see whether any petals, roots, or anything else had been left behind. Then he could ask the other customers about it on the Magic Phone.
His figure darted through countless shattered chunks of blue ice. Perhaps feeling that this was far too troublesome, he simply plucked a handful of fur from his neck and casually scattered it, turning it into numerous illusory figures.
A simple cloning spell.
With helpers, the search became much easier. As for the Demon Emperor, he lounged leisurely atop a chunk of ice, holding Spicy Strips in one hand and an ice block in the other, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Several dozen minutes later, one of the clones finally made a discovery.