No one knew how much time had passed.
It seemed like only an instant, yet also as long as a century.
"Crack, crack, crack—"
Across the snow-covered wilderness, countless cracks spread across the surface of a massive ice sculpture. Then, with a bang, it exploded, and a tall, upright figure leaped out.
"Whew—"
Dago landed firmly on both feet and exhaled clouds of white mist.
He was completely naked, his flawless physique exposed beneath the daylight, fully displaying the primal masculine beauty of his body.
Dago was in fairly good condition. His physical strength seemed to have increased dramatically again. Although the energy sphere within him had suffered considerable depletion, it was already much better than the previous state where he had nearly been "drained dry."
But none of that was what concerned Dago at the moment.
He examined himself and sensed a ring-shaped mark deep within his soul, resembling both a snowflake and a shard of ice, shining brightly.
"Winter Star."
Dago "gazed" at the mark and murmured softly.
The Soul Imprint [Winter Star], the inheritance of Ice Prison Palace... he had almost forgotten about it.
Dago closed his eyes and vaguely sensed a distant summons through the mark.
He carefully felt the icy chill surrounding him, brought by Winter Star.
It seemed different from the power of the Behelet bloodline, though he could not say exactly how.
"This power can directly extinguish the Nirvana Flame of Tracy's phoenix bloodline. Even compared with the Old One overlords who ruled over frost in ancient times, the Despair Winter Dragon Bloodline is no less formidable."
Dago felt a stir within his heart. When he had first inherited the Soul Imprint, the deadline for Mappel's mission had still been far away.
"Crack, crack—"
At that moment, the sound of ice breaking suddenly