"He has been asleep for a week—right after attacking a convoy from Edom."
Isaac clenched his teeth, glaring at the young man lying motionless on the bed. The boy's snow-white hair and pale skin were almost unnaturally pure.
Lord Winter sat silently at the bedside, his expression unreadable as he gazed at Asher.
"Is he really Kryos' vessel?" Isaac asked, his tone edged with skepticism.
Lord Winter released a deep sigh. "When I looked into his eyes before, I could see it. But now… I am not so sure. His body has undergone a unique transformation. His physique isn't the same anymore."
Isaac pondered his words momentarily before throwing a swift punch at Asher's face. With the kind of force that backed the blow, it was enough for the punch to reduce Asher's head into a paste—but before it could connect, ice erupted from the ground, blocking the strike.
