Against all odds, against an opponent who stood at the peak of the Core Formation Realm, who possessed the bloodline of a divine beast, Kyrian had won.
But how?
The question bothered him.
He still did not fully understand how he had managed to defeat the beast. That translucent blue aura that had emerged from his eyes in the final moment of the battle...
Kyrian had no idea what that thing truly was.
Nor how he had managed to use it.
All he remembered was that deep sensation of connection with his eyes.
As though, in that moment, all the ice in the world had responded to his will.
Kyrian's eyes narrowed slightly.
Even now, hours, perhaps days, after the battle, he could still feel that connection.
Weaker, yes. Distant, certainly. But still present.
Like an invisible thread linking his eyes to something he could neither see nor fully comprehend.
His understanding of ice seemed deeper than before the battle.
Far deeper.
