From not far, another battlefield unfolded—a chaotic symphony of destruction and resolve. Amid the blistering cold night, Edelweiss danced with deadly grace, her scythe carving through the air and freezing her surroundings. The frost crystallized in her wake, forming a chilling path of desolation. Her weapon gleamed under the pale moonlight as she lunged at a colossal demon—the Minotaur, which had now fully regenerated. Worse, it had allowed itself to succumb to its rage mode. Its muscles swelled grotesquely, doubling its earlier size, and each step it took sent tremors rippling through the ground.
"Tsk! We've got ourselves a troublesome foe!" Edelweiss bellowed, her voice a mix of annoyance and determination as she clicked her tongue. Her breath came out in frosty puffs, yet she charged forward fearlessly.
