Seeing Robert, clad in ice armor and dragging a frost scythe, sprinting towards the stained-glass window facing him, Rhea, and Lugano, Camus immediately drew his custom-made revolver and aimed it ahead.
At that moment, his feet turned cold, and his body froze, causing his joints to become sluggish and his wrists to tremble.
From the corner of his eye, Camus observed that although Robert hadn't truly approached, the frost on the ground and the icicles on the wall had already reached him.
Within a radius of ten to twenty meters, the chill intensified, resembling the extreme north.
With a swoosh, Rhea shot another arrow entwined with silver lightning.
Robert didn't dodge or evade. Exerting strength in his arms, he swung the frosty scythe forward.
Clang!
The scythe knocked away the arrow, leaving behind a small amount of lightning that raced towards Robert's body.
