Looking at the place he was thrown into, Cylius looked upwards before spitting out blood. The blood had a blue tint with cold air coming out from it making the soil it had landed to freeze. But just after it had frozen, the surrounding soil produced some kind of energy that melted it.
As Cylius watched this in shock, a tiny seed of fear sprouted in his heart. But before it had even formed, a tentacle struck it and pulled it back into a tiny core that was residing within his consciousness.
'If the soil alone could neglect the ice that was produced from the life-saving move of Jamundar, how strange and powerful would the creatures living here be?' even though the ice was just a side effect that had been nullified in his body, it still had a formidable power left that could freeze any person to death.
Him chancing upon this place was due to a spatial rift interrupting his teleportation, if not for it he wouldn't have ended up in such a place.
