Amid countless interwoven mysterious auras, layers of icy crystalline mercury wrapped around Dago's entire body, writhing like a living creature.
This was not simple armor, but a cold, viscous form of erosion.
Those droplets of mercury seemed to possess independent consciousness. They sought Parasitism, craving resonance with flesh and blood.
Dago did not resist that inhuman sensation. This was the result of countless simulations he had conducted in the laboratory over the past three years—[Living Silver Ice].
To pursue truth, a wizard first had to learn to discard the fragile senses of being human.
The mercury finally formed a suit of living crystalline armor that covered his entire body, leaving only Dago's hair and a pair of eyes exposed.
What kind of eyes were those? The warmth of youth was gone, leaving behind only the precise indifference of a scalpel.
His face was covered by a crystalline mask, across which countless streams of energy flowed like ripples on water, lending it a mysterious and unsettling air.
That flow was not chaotic, but followed a certain logic of energy. Every ripple shed the radiation and malice drifting through the air.
After Dago was completely encased in [Living Silver Ice], a deep silver hue spread from his face and rapidly expanded. In the blink of an eye, his entire body had turned silver-blue.
Countless complex and profound patterns surfaced across the mask on his face. Beyond its mysterious strangeness, it now carried an additional air of nobility.
Over three years, Dago had grown from over 1.8 meters to 1.9 meters tall, already considered tall and imposing among wizards.
Now that he was "wearing" Living Silver Ice, he seemed even more massive, like a silver-blue metal monster more than two meters tall.
Standing there, he was a tower built from knowledge and violence,