Rio reached out his hand as he tapped Arcuied's forehead.
In that instant, Arcuied's eyes turned vacant — mesmerized from the memory he had received. His body stilled, not swaying and staggering unlike the last three. He could handle the information, however his mind was so spellbounded by the technique.
The legacy technique he had received was seemingly connected to ice. The memories showed a man wielding a sword — in each of his every strike, snowflakes followed after and landed on his target. As soon as the snowflakes landed, it immediately froze the target's body and the snowflakes transformed into sharp spiky ice, stabbing on his target's body like soft cotton.
"An ice sword technique..." Arcuied muttered, in a daze.
