The canyon cleaved the sprawling snowfield in two. Ice and snow that had lain silent for countless ages were granted another chance to see the light of day, and beneath the starry sky, the deep-blue ice resembled the most precious of gems.
The Demon Emperor knelt on one knee, both hands gripping his iron staff. He stood at the very end of the canyon.
He let out a long breath and watched the white mist condense into Frost. The deep-blue, mysterious scenery made him feel as though he had entered a hazy dream, fantastical and blurred.
The Demon Emperor rolled his neck, producing a series of crisp cracks.
He rose to his feet and shook himself, scattering countless fine ice crystals from his fur.
He bared his teeth in a grin.
It was an immensely powerful force. Even he had found it difficult to resist when caught off guard, and had not even had time to discern the nature of those black mist Chains.
But that was what made it interesting.
The Demon Emperor drew a deep breath. The light in his eyes grew even brighter, as though molten crimson gold flowed within them, while his heart erupted in a drumbeat-like thunderous roar!
His body turned into a streak of light, his wild laughter echoing without end.
It had been a very, very long time since the Demon Emperor had felt his blood boil like this. He felt as though his blood was burning, raging Blaze flowing through his meridians as if it would burn the entire world to ashes.
The black mist seemed to possess life. It noticed the streak of light sweeping in from the horizon.
Perhaps it was puzzled. Why had this little bug that broke through the tide of darkness not died after being sent flying