A silver streak cut through the frigid northern sky, leaving a brilliant trail behind.


    As Rosvisser approached the massive ice disk, a zing inferno erupted around her.


    From a distance, she looked like a fire meteor,


    Charging alone into a disaster as vast as a copsing mountain range.


    BOOM!


    The crimson mes shed against the icy surface of the disk—


    Only to vanish instantly upon contact.


    The extreme cold devoured the fire, snuffing it out like a candle in a storm.


    But Rosvisser wasn’t done yet.


    She unleashed another surge of dragon me,@@novelbin@@


    Fueling it with every ounce of mana in her core.


    FWOOSH!


    The once-extinguished fire zed back to life,


    Burning even stronger than before.


    "Go ahead and struggle."


    "Drag it out, resist all you want—it’ll only give you more time to reflect on your pointless life."


    Carl stood atop the floating ice disk,


    One hand behind his back, the other gripping his twisted crimson staff.


    His long white hair swayed in the firelight,


    And the reflected crimson glow in his eyes dripped with mockery.


    "You primitive fools of Samael always love these ridiculousst stands."


    He raised his staff,


    Then mmed it down with force.


    The massive ice disk shuddered.


    Cracks spider-webbed across its surface.


    Chunks of frozen debris broke free, plummeting toward the city below.


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