After the Night Parade Knights left, almost all of them were covered in a thin layer of frost. Only Iver remained completely clean, without a trace of it.
That was because, as a priest, the abundant Light and Fire Attribute mana in his body easily dispelled the chill brought by the negative energy of the Dark Attribute. After leaving that strange cold wave behind, the small amount of vitality he had lost was also rapidly replenished before their eyes.
Hai Na simply exerted some force, shattering the thin frost covering her body. Her expression remained unchanged—even looking like she was enjoying herself. It was like the thrill of playing with a stress-relief toy.
After all, she had thick skin and powerful vitality.
What surprised Iver was that Lily had barely reacted either. She casually brushed off the frost covering her body, and her face had not even turned pale or red from the cold.
One had to know that the Path of Adaptation did not offer much resistance. Whether Hunters or Assassins, they were both fragile classes. They could neither withstand damage nor endure control effects.
The Path of Love, on the other hand, had pretty good resistance...
Only little Sherlock had been frozen pale by now, trembling all over. Iver could not help feeling relieved that he had performed the initiation ceremony for Sherlock first... Although Sherlock had not officially changed class to Mitra Worshiper yet, his vitality had still been strengthened somewhat.
Otherwise, he might not have been able to hold back just now and would have cried out.
"Even if you had cried out, it wouldn't have mattered..."
Iver sighed and placed a hand on little Sherlock's chest. Warm radiance flowed into his body, dispelling the chill. "The Wild Hunt King isn't on duty today. They won't