The Elemental Staff in Blood Wings' hand, like a giant gear, slowly turns amidst the snowstorm, its Ether Guidance magical light fading bit by bit. The dark golden gears, pipelines, and embedded gemstones, reinforced devices, are frosted by the icy wind, freezing and growing layers of icicles.
When the icicles shattered, they made a crackling sound...
The ice wind blowing in his face, the swirling snowflakes, and the biting cold whipped his robe, fluttering erratically. Blood Wings, however, remained petrified, indifferent, with his mouth slightly agape, staring at the scene before him.
Deep in his eyes, reflected was a colossus, a colossus that was leaping into the sky.
If time could rewind just a few seconds—
