Boss Jones, did you send me here to die because you can't stand me? You told me this guy was a rookie?!
Far from the center of the blast, inside a house, Baron William stared speechlessly at the scene in the distance. It looked like a frozen hell.
Even this far away, a fierce cold had swept through the room.
The hot coffee on the table turned to iced coffee in an instant. The middle-aged man who had brought the news hugged his arms, his teeth chattering and his lips turning purple.
And that wasn't all. From where Baron William stood, the entire coastline toward the sea had turned white. Thick frost coated the great sailing ships, making them look like ice sculptures.
Loa had carefully chosen where that blast would land. Everyone already knew about the attack anyway, so there was no point sneaking around. Killing as many enemy combatants as possible was what mattered.
It would make Loa's next task easier and do society a favor. Two birds with one stone.
But his enemies weren't fools. Knowing they were outmatched, they wouldn't stay put and take a beating.
What if they tried to run?
Loa glanced at the island's harbor and gave a wicked grin.
Want to escape?
Ice made with magic won't be so easy to break through. Go on, try swimming home!
To scour the island clean, Loa had no time to inspect the damage he had done. The Magic Circle before him showed no sign of fading. Magic Power surged into his mouth again, his cheeks puffed out, and another roar burst forth.
He repeated it again and again, like a natural disaster!
BOOM!
Ice Storm after Ice Storm struck the island. The ground was kneaded like dough. Tons of soil and rock flew high