He looked almost the same as before, but golden runes now covered his entire body, flooding him with tons of overwhelming power. With a single glance, both Liora and Frey understood that the young man had leapt multiple tiers at once; with Light Soul active, his power had become inscrutable.
You could say he'd turned into an anomaly like Frey Starlight .. a fighter who could output far beyond his nominal level.
As Frey stared, Liora's words rang in his ears: "the purest, most immaculate beings." A wry smile tugged at his mouth as he remembered the other who held the second half of that power.
Even the Demon King would laugh if he heard this nonsense.
Chuckling softly, Frey stepped up to Snow. "How do you feel?"
Facing each other, Snow raised his hand for a moment and clenched his fist. Light burst from it, sending ripples of aura in every direction. Smiling quietly, he answered, "I don't think I've changed that much, but… those shackles ..I don't feel them anymore."
