A frosty star streaked across the dark sky, heading straight for the Crimson Monarch. Adam's throw was powerful enough for the spear to travel hundreds of meters in a few seconds.
The Phantoms closest to him looked up in disbelief. Just a moment ago, they were going to save him, but not only did he kill the monster, but he used the frost maiden's weapon for just one attack.
It was unknown if the Frost Maiden would be able to retrieve her spear. To her, it was an important part of her strength. In any situation, she would fight for her weapon until the very end, but at the sight of Adam, she willingly stepped aside.
The frost maiden realized that if she showed even a hint of displeasure or took one second more of his time, she would turn into burning chunks of flesh from the sole sweep of the flaming needle in the next moment.
