"Don't waste words," the Judge Paperman didn't seem intent on satisfying Lucien's curiosity. It urged him with a few words and then fell silent, clearly not willing to waste energy on these two players.
After a moment's hesitation, Lucien chose to trust it.
With a flip of his hand, he took out two drops of golden ink and then patted them into the Cold Ice Scepter.
Suddenly, under the effect of the ink, the scepter's negative effects were temporarily neutralized. The special golden energy from the ink was also transformed into the pure chill necessary for the scepter under the effect of certain rules.
"Condense!" Lucien waved his hand, and a Cold Ice Breath shot out from the gem on top of the scepter, instantly covering the player who had approached, while also radiating into the black water in the space on a large scale.
Crack—
