Ian looked up at the thirteen suffocating fireballs, sensing the destructive energy they contained.
But there was not a trace of fear in his eyes, only an icy killing intent.
"Sterling."
"Hm?" Sterling raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know?"
Ian slowly raised his hands.
The ice-blue mist around him instantly condensed into fine frost crystals, which drifted down with a soft rustle.
"During those days I was fleeing through the Silent Death Mountain Range, I thought about one thing every day..."
His voice was soft, yet it pierced through the roar of the fireballs.
"I wondered... if one day I could make it back alive, if one day I saw you again."
"How... I would kill you!"
As his voice fell, dozens of chilling rays instantly materialized and shot out.
His "Twin" special effect, at maximum output!
Sterling's pupils contracted sharply.
'He used no Witchcraft... it was instantaneous?!'
