In the chaos of the day, cars raced through the streets. The police were hurrying to respond to an urgent situation, crossing under flickering street lamps one by one. As the officers in the police car listened to the radio, a crackling voice reported,
"Eleventh Street—there is a man out of control. It's getting hard to handle him."
"We'll be there in twenty minutes," the officer replied into the radio.
The police car rushed through the streets while following the route. An elderly woman was crossing the street when the officer swerved the vehicle to avoid hitting her. One officer saw a shadow moving upwards. The vehicle crashed into a truck. The officer, his vision blurred, watched as the car rolled over in the street, glass pieces flying through the air. Then he saw a man tearing off the car's roof before opening the door. In the next moment, he felt a man lifting him. With another blink, he found himself in the ambulance. As he opened his eyes, he looked out the window and saw the man standing in the crowd. The man was wearing blue clothes with lighter blue patterns and had a wing symbol on his belt. His black hair flowed in the wind.
He soared away from the scene, cutting through the sky and leaving the crowd behind. In an instant, he landed at the location. The madman was standing there, with the frightened kids in handcuffs behind him. The officers were behind their car, aiming their pistols at him. He looked up at the madman.
"I don't want any trouble. Just go away,"
"Leave them alone, and you'll be safe," he replied.
"Shut up! I'm not falling for your tricks," the madman shot back.
"I've waited for this for so long. Don't try to ruin it for me."
He pulled the liver behind him as the man rushed towards the madman. He kicked him in the belly and then punched him in the face, causing a tooth to fly out. He then threw the madman aside and rescued the kids from him. Within moments, the crowd began chanting his name. He levitated in mid-air, his hair flowing, and the bright light shining on his face—"FROST-WING!….. FROST-WING!"
In a heartbeat, the madman stirred from his slumber, awakening with an alarming intensity. His body began to swell, muscles bulging, transforming him into a colossal figure. Frost-wing shadows emerged, gliding through the frigid air, as his eyes ignited with an otherworldly glow. A palpable chill enveloped the space around him as he drew upon the essence of winter itself. With a fierce determination, he unleashed his freeze visions—blasts of icy magic that pierced the air like arrows, heralding an onslaught of frost and fury. The battlefield trembled beneath him as the very temperature plummeted, casting an ominous spell over all who dared to oppose him. The madman rose, a tempest of ice and power, ready to face him. He frowned, and the clash commenced.