Chapter 39
Atasha and Zethus spent the rest of their time in the sacred mist immersing themselves in harnessing Atasha's powers. Although she can cast relatively easier than before, she still can't cast proper solidified ice. At most, she can create tiny bits of ice smaller than a grain of rice.
"Argh! What am I going to do with this shaved ice? Make a bingsu?" Atasha groaned looking at the finely shaved ice and without a warning, she stuffed it in her mouth frustratedly.
'A chocolate drizzle plus a fruity flavoring and this will become a summer cooler.' The girl thought without realizing that she was thinking of food again. Atasha munched the mass of crushed ice she shaped into a chicken drumstick.
It's been a long time since she had anything aside from Zethus' bloody ice cubes. Although it's packed with energy and tastes good, she now wants solid food! Something she can bite off and savor.
