Meijer Monochoria
"A giant foot falling from the sky?"
Russell inexplicably thought of a palm technique descending from the heavens, but he knew Lord Ertlas's words were surely a serious exaggeration.
Yet no one could correct Lord Ertlas's account.
After all, the Battle of the Fall twenty years ago had ended far too tragically. The Shadowflame Dragon had been severely wounded, the previous Grand Duke had fallen, and even Russell's grandfather, Rhode Fluorite, had died on the snowfields. Many knights who had joined the battle were buried deep beneath the snow.
There were not many people left who truly knew what had happened.
The wind and snow blew endlessly across the white world. The few Ice Crystal Weapons that had not yet shattered were snatched up by the knights and played with.
Russell also curiously grabbed an Ice Crystal Longsword. Its hilt was thicker than a castle's stone pillar, its brilliant luster long gone, and it was already covered in dense cracks that continued to spread.
Once the cracks reached their limit, it shattered with a crack into a puddle of icy fragments, no longer resembling the dazzling Ice Crystal Weapon it had been.
"It really is just ice." Watching the beautiful, ice-sculpture-like longsword shatter, Russell felt a faint sense of loss.
He then moved over to the Snow Demon corpse being excavated. Lord Sali was leading several people as they skillfully split open the Snow Demon's body, searching for any possible Ice Soul Beads—the crystallized power of the Snow Demon.
Snow Demons could manipulate ice and snow, freezing the entire world. This power was called Ice Soul, corresponding to a dragon's Dragonflame.
Of course, only the kings among Snow Demons—the Snow Giants—could wield Ice Soul and freeze the earth.
Ordinary Snow Demons also had Ice Soul Power flowing through