On the eastern battlefield, ice and light intertwined, like a collision between the extremes of cold and heat, weaving a symphony of destruction.
Kuzan stood at the front of the battlefield, his hands in his pockets as he indifferently watched the enemy forces surging toward him.
A breeze swept past his cape, carrying a trace of chill. His gaze was as cold as the frozen sea beneath his feet.
"Ice Age."
As his lazy yet unquestionable voice fell, he raised a hand and waved it. In an instant, the sea seemed to let out a low groan as irresistible, bone-deep cold spread wildly from beneath his feet, turning the entire sea ahead into a silent field of ice in the blink of an eye.
The warships charging forward were frozen by the sudden ice. Soldiers on their decks cried out in terror, trying to flee the battlefield as it was gradually swallowed.
Yet frost mercilessly crept across their decks, swallowing their weapons. Even their bodies could not escape, freezing into ice sculptures, forever fixed in the terror they felt before death.
But the World Government forces did not retreat. Immediately afterward, a golden beam of light exploded from the far end of the ice field. Scorching energy shattered the frozen sea, blasting vast sheets of ice apart.
Figures from God's Knights emerged amid the cold wind, clad in golden armor, their eyes filled with unquestionable fanatical faith.
Like fearless war gods, they stepped directly onto the frozen sea and charged toward the Neo Marines' defensive line, brandishing bloodstained weapons.
Bartholomew Kuma stood behind and to the side of Kuzan, silently watching the battlefield.
His enormous body was like an unmoving mountain, and a faint red glow flickered in his eyes beneath his hood. He said nothing, merely slowly raising his