Seeing that the Lady of the Long Night seemed to have forgotten the incident, the Blood Scion's lips curled into a self-mocking smile.
"To you, it was insignificant, perhaps no more than a casual favor.
But to me, that small kindness was worth remembering."
The Blood Scion's manner of address became more respectful, making him seem increasingly courteous, but those watching could sense the distance behind it.
Arthur had done it deliberately, of course.
How could the Blood Scion possibly owe Malinda a favor?
Arthur merely needed an excuse to divert the trouble elsewhere.
Without giving the Lady of the Long Night any chance to think or speak, the Blood Scion raised his left hand-
Whoosh!
It was as though a polar north wind had come rushing in.
A bitterly cold aura, tinged with a heart-stopping white, appeared in the Blood Scion's hand.
The freezing temperatures began to run rampant.
Those around him shivered involuntarily.
Starting from where the Blood Scion stood, frost appeared on the ground and spread in every direction at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Crack, crackle.
The sounds of freezing rang out incessantly. Everyone's breath misted before their mouths and noses, and the hair of some standing closer to the Blood Scion had already begun to ice over.
In a mere instant, Moon Street's climate had changed from early autumn to deep winter.
A deep winter unlike anything South Los had ever experienced!
This was the kind of cold that, according to rumor, could only occur farther north than North County!
Everyone knew the Blood Clan could wield the power of frost.
But none of them had ever truly experienced the frost power the Blood Clan wielded.
Now, however, they experienced it!
The same words rose from the depths of almost everyone's heart-
*Winter