Marcus's heart felt as if it was being gripped by a cold, giant hand, the shadow of death had never loomed so clearly over him.
The power he painstakingly built vanished in an instant, his carefully nurtured subordinates became cold corpses in the valley within the blink of an eye, the colossal blow nearly suffocating him.
However, the instinct to survive and deep-seated hatred quickly overwhelmed fear, igniting his final madness.
Marcus erupted with a beast-like roar, a voice full of desperate rage and endless viciousness.
He no longer held anything back, pouring out all of the Awakened Energy from within.
Centered on Marcus, an overwhelming, terrifying cold burst forth, as though it came from the polar abyss.
This cold appeared almost corporeal, deep blue like a rushing icy river, instantly engulfing the area where Duke stood.
The yellow sand under Duke's feet, originally flowing gently, froze at a speed visible to the naked eye under this extreme cold flow.
