The gray-haired director felt a chill in his heart—he truly felt an icy cold, as Ian's Ice Sword, condensed from the Fairy Bloodline, pressed against the back of his heart. The extreme sub-zero temperature that could cause muscle necrosis began to spread, causing him to instantly feel a sharp pain in his heart.
With a snap, the director fell to his knees, while Ian's hair swayed like the tentacles of a jellyfish, streams of icy water wrapping around the director's hands and feet, then freezing to imprison him right where he stood.
At this moment, the gray-haired director could only move his eyes, and his gaze filled with immense horror towards Ian proved that he had absolutely no idea how this Patrol Knight clad in Sublimation Armor had bypassed the heavily guarded and labyrinthine corridors of the underground research facility to find him so directly.
——The answer was Spirit Energy!
To be honest, Ian simply "walked in"; it was that simple.
