The cold wind howled, sweeping fine ice crystals into Velin's cheeks.
He looked down at the white-haired girl struggling desperately at his feet, his face still carrying a trace of bewilderment.
He understood the Blood Knight's actions well enough.
But he had yet to decide how to deal with this Ice Witch.
The next moment, the three knights transformed into three streams of light and returned to Velin's soul.
At that moment, the ice field was terrifyingly silent.
Tens of thousands of Ice Magical Beast corpses lay scattered across the land, their dark red blood already frozen into crystals.
Velin stopped thinking, bent down, reached for the white-haired girl at his feet, and grabbed the back of her collar.
As the white-haired girl was lifted, her silver-white hair fell naturally downward, several tiny beads of ice clinging to its ends and making her look utterly bedraggled.
She twisted her body desperately, trying to draw Velin's attention, only to be ignored.
In the soundless world, the white-haired girl struggled for several minutes before finally ceasing this utterly meaningless motion. She closed her eyes and waited for him to deal with her.
The sole of his boot crushed a thin sheet of ice, and the crisp cracking sound was especially piercing amid the dead silence.
Velin stopped before the body of an Ice Magical Beast, raised Anansi's Sword in his right hand, and gave it a light swing.
The next moment, a thick limb was severed and crashed onto the ice field, kicking up a cloud of icy mist.
As he withdrew his sword, only a few drops of dark red blood seeped from the blood vessels at the cut. Before they could hit the ground, they crystallized in the air into tiny rubies.
He looked again at the limb by his