The moment the ice demon king had seen Cy's true army, encompassing the tops of the buildings, filling the atmosphere and lithosphere.
He let a smirk of impressiveness out of his lips.
"Tch, relax, young demon king, I'm not here to fight," he said.
Saying that wasn't enough; Cyrus could still see the battalion behind Frost's words. Although he had said he wasn't here for a fight, his army was still around.
In case Cyrus dares to outsmart him.
"Doesn't look that way to me. You came out of nowhere and iced the whole planet, and now you expect me to believe you're here for?"
Cyrus asked, cautiously looking at Frost. Any wrong movement, and the twin Orcs' energy, begging to see Frost bleed, would have their way.
"Simple. After last time's battle, I was foolish to think you would have died. Honestly, I knew you were alive," Frost began elucidating, things Cyrus wouldn't imagine believing for a second.
