The layout of this "borrowing knife for murder" is reaching its climax.
And the hostility hidden in the shadows,
is also amassing strength, ready to strike...
David tightly grasped the Dimension Ice Crystal in his hand.
The blue glow within the crystal grew stronger,
reflecting the determined expression on his face.
He took a deep breath of the biting cold air.
The white mist from his breath quickly dissipated in the piercing cold wind.
Behind him, the Ice Wing Cavalry stood in neat rows.
The runes of frost and ice on their armor emitted a ghostly, cold light.
It seemed as if the entire camp was shrouded in a mysterious and heavy atmosphere.
The rift remained open like a soul-devouring abyss.
The Pillar God's avatar, like a desperate and frenzied Evil Beast,
struggled and tore within the narrow path leading to the spatial fissure.
Its body, seemingly forged of dark gold and corrosive power, glowed with an ominous purple light.
