"Were you the one fighting him earlier? What did you do to him?!"
"..."
The Memokeeper only shook her head at March 7th's question and said softly:
"I wasn't the one who fought him. I couldn't stand against him at all."
"Mr. Yan Huan insisted on forcing his way into a deeper layer of memory. Now... the projection has discovered him."
This was a world made entirely of ice.
A vast ice field stretched to the horizon, its crystals gleaming blue and white in the cold light.
The frigid air carried the fresh scent of snow, as though every breath held the purity of this frozen world.
At that moment, Yan Huan was sprinting across the ice field, clutching the Xuanyuan Sword.
Behind him, tens of thousands of crystalline creatures were giving chase!
The enormous Golden Cross stood on the ice field, firing Golden Spears that pierced one crystalline creature after another.
But there were simply too many enemies. Yan Huan was like an ant caught in a wave, surrounded on every side.
A desolate expanse stretched all around him.
Towering ice mountains rose in the distance, their snow-covered peaks like colossal sculptures.
Icicles hung from sheer cliffs, a display of nature's grandeur and mystery.
Glaciers wound through the valleys, their gentle burbling like a silver ribbon running through the frozen land.
Above this world of ice and snow, a crowned figure made of ice crystal silently watched everything below.
"...What the hell are these things?"
The crystalline creatures kept pouring out without end. Yan Huan gave up investigating and went straight on the offensive.
A terrifying force burst from his body. The surging shockwave hurled every crystalline creature lunging at him away.
Countless streaks of black light erupted from the ice field, forming dark dragons that rose like