Jordan looked down at the frozen spear blade that pierced through his chest.
Blood dropped from the corners of his lips and the red light in his eyes flickered on and off.
It was just a simple blade cutting through him. The ice was spreading fast, locking his blood, bones, and muscles in icy crystalline states.
King Jordan exhaled, expelling a thick stream of white fog from his mouth as his cheeks began to freeze and turn blue.
His right hand that held the blood red demonic great sword trembled and faltered, falling to his side but not letting go of the hilt.
His other arm was now non-existent, having been blasted off by the Primordial Moth's star beams from her eyes.
"I've been waiting for this very moment for a very long time now," said the Supreme Dragon. His cold and young face beheld a very twisted smile.
