Fingertip-sized snowflakes danced on the northern wind, one after another, chasing each other, whirling as they rapidly clumped together, then...
Exploded!
Boom!
Pure white radiance lit up more than half of South Los.
In the space of a breath, everything was blanketed in silver-white snow.
The towering trees on either side of Shaded Lane were covered in ice and snow, hazy and dreamlike.
The road itself was completely buried beneath ice and snow. At that moment, Shaded Lane looked nothing like a street in South Los, but rather like the far northern reaches of North County.
The member of the Death Poetry Society fled frantically. One item after another in his hands flashed with the radiance of Secret Art, and the [Ei a] pouring from his mouth never stopped!
His face had long since lost its composure. All that remained was panic.
Arcana Rank!
He had never imagined that the Blood Scion he had met once before was an Arcana Rank being!
The Blood Clan still had an Arcana Rank being among its ranks!
With an Arcana Rank being still alive, the supposed destruction of the Blood Clan was nothing but a joke. As long as this Blood Scion remained, all they needed was a remote territory that attracted no attention. After twenty or thirty years of recovery, the Blood Clan could rise again.
But why did the Blood Clan still have an Arcana Rank being?
To him, it was utterly inconceivable. He could not make sense of it.
Could this be the Blood Marquis's contingency plan?
Suddenly, a thought surfaced in his mind.
A moment later, he became utterly certain of it.
He could think of no explanation other than the Blood Marquis.
And as that thought arose, the Death Poetry Society member fled even faster.
But...
It was