In the icy, snowy field a Blood Bat flapped its wings, lifting a blanket of snowflakes into the air.
A dark figure stood tall on the back of the Blood Bat, indifferently watching everything it caused. As countless snowflakes whirled and spun by, the figure raised a hand, catching one of them and feeling its chilling cold as it quickly melted into water in the palm; ripples appeared in the crimson eyes of the 'Blood Descendant'.
The three people in the snow watched this scene quietly, not daring to make a sound.
However, their expressions were all different.
Freeman's face was filled with fanaticism, and he continuously muttered indistinctly.
Amiel stuck his buttocks up high, letting his downturned head rely on the piled snow to conceal his eyes full of terror, stirring more thoughts in the heart of Lady Talin, who had seen but never personally experienced 'Arcana' level power.
Some things were not shameful for the sake of survival.
