"...Even without that battle two years ago, the Great Elder's soul had less than twenty years left..."
"She was grateful to you for granting her the final opportunity to hold the staff in battle, condensing her waning life into a brilliant bloom..."
Ronan listened to Elsa's account, gently placing one hand on the head of the animated ice sculpture before him. Strands of snow-colored flowing light gushed from his palm, continuously merging into the ice sculpture.
With the infusion of the snow-colored flowing light, the entire ice sculpture became even more lustrous and radiant.
Ronan withdrew his hand; the ancient-level frost power from the Ancient Frost Whale Bloodline could extend the time this ice sculpture would remain in the world.
This was the only thing he could do for the Great Elder.
