Greg remembered that the last time he had watched a comedy without dialogue was a Chaplin film back in elementary school.
He had never expected to get another chance to watch one after crossing over into this world.
Only this time, the performer wasn't Chaplin, but a genuine monster.
"..."
The Throat of Longing's throat had expanded to its limit, and it was clearly trying to roar with all its might, its windpipe trembling violently!
Yet not even the faintest sound emerged.
The terrifying sonic energy, powerful enough to tear space apart, struck an invisible wall of silence just as it was about to erupt, then dissipated without a sound.
Instead, the complete failure of its skill caused a backlash, and its aura instantly dwindled to almost nothing.
A flicker of astonishment crossed Vivian's ice-blue eyes as well.
The bizarre field that had appeared without warning instantly robbed her of all auditory awareness of her surroundings, and her combat instincts immediately put her on full alert.
Then she saw Greg gesture for her to keep attacking, along with the calm expression on his face.
Vivian understood at once.
This was another of Greg's tricks.
Without the slightest hesitation, she suppressed the turmoil in her heart and seized the opportunity while the backlash left the enemy completely immobilized, driving the surging ice magic within her to its limit!
She brought her hands together before her chest, then slowly drew them apart. A two-meter spear made entirely of intensely condensed, deep-blue ice, with magnificent magical patterns flowing across it, rapidly formed between her palms!
Putting every ounce of strength into it, she hurled the ice-crystal spear at the Throat of Longing like a javelin!
"!!!"
This time, it pierced straight through!
With terrifying cold and penetrating force, the ice spear plunged into