[Dandelion's Piercing] shot out and flew away. Before the blade's hum faded from the air, a slender, pale hand caught the severed head.
Thud!
The headless corpse fell to the ground.
The dead man's eyes retained his final madness and obsession, but an unmistakable dullness and vacancy spread rapidly through them with the pall of death.
Those terrifying eyes that made hearts tremble clouded over in an instant.
They were no different... from those of any other dead man.
The headless corpse began to disappear amid white light.
The head held in that hand turned to light as well.
Motes of light drifted from the hand as the figure advanced, illuminating the frost on the ground and revealing his black silhouette.
Amid sheets and patches of frost, the black figure walked slowly, his gaze calm and indifferent, his steps firm and powerful. Like a sovereign emerging from a kingdom of shadows, he surveyed his domain before... stepping into another kingdom, one named ice.
By then, the street had become a world of ice and snow.
Standing motionless, Joyce released Frost Power beyond ordinary players' comprehension-he had frozen an entire street.
Any player with Frost Power or a similar item could freeze a cup of water. A slightly stronger player could freeze a table as well, but freezing an entire house outright was no easy feat.
Frost was not fire.
Fire invaded with ferocity!
Besides its scorching heat, fire possessed one quality people particularly relished: its ability to spread!
It spread through combustion!
Simply put, with enough fuel, a fire could keep spreading until everything had burned to ash.
But frost was different!
Freezing something required constantly generating low temperatures, which meant maintaining a continuous output of power.
Such an output was beyond ordinary players. Even an Entry Rank player could