"Hiss—"
Something seemed to surge rapidly within the dense shadows, and a terrifyingly sharp intent that felt capable of slicing a soul in two shot out from within them.
Space seemed to be cleaved apart by an invisible blade, black fissures flickering like venomous snakes' tongues—swift and deadly.
A massive pitch-black wing, sharp as a blade, silently swept toward Dago's neck.
The air had no time to explode, and even the wind was severed by that bizarre speed.
Only the bone-piercing chill stung the skin of Dago's neck first, sending fine goosebumps racing across it.
There had been no warning, nor was there anything that could block it.
This attack exceeded the limits of what the retina could capture. Only his near-death instincts screamed madly.
"Was this the method that injured Gellman and Wenus?"
The thought exploded in his mind, and Dago's pupils abruptly contracted.
He drew a deep breath. As his chest rose and fell, the Bloodline Crystal at his heart thumped like rolling thunder.
The endless frost around him gathered toward him.
After Behelet's bloodline was activated, Dago's control over ice-element energy reached an unprecedented height.
He needed neither spell chants nor spiritual-force guidance. His instinctive talent allowed him to command the icy cold between heaven and earth as easily as his own limbs!
The ice elements drifting through the air all submitted to that ancient will, instantly condensing into solid particles of extreme cold.
Moreover, the frost mobilized by bloodline power was heavier and stronger than frost formed through ordinary spells, its icy force extending into a deeper realm.
It could withstand Ang's Elder Fallen Crow power.
Only an Old One could fight an Old One!
"Winter Star... in the Palm!"
The low chant squeezed out through his clenched teeth, every syllable carrying the crisp crackle of