Issyrha had no choice, she could see Ocean already having his own task to deal with so, the Demon Lord was hers to take care of.
It was almost fortunate because, Issyrha was angry and she needed to fight it out with someone and a Demon Lord seemed like a perfect opponent at this moment.
Issyrha inhaled and exhaled deeply and then cracked her knuckles, watching the single black pupil in the sky finding its home on her.
"Frost Dragon." The deep, earth-shattering voice spoke up making the group of Edrisyl unfrozen men to clamp their ears shut.
Issyrha tilted her head, regarding the Demon Lord coolly, "Gluttony, huh? Seems like the wounds from Kin Zhaeroth have finally healed."
The slanted pupil contracted and the voice bellowed, "You arrogant wench! I'll savor your flesh and blood myself!"
A bow made of ice appeared in Issyrha's hand and she brought it up, an ice bow materialising between her fingers as she pointed it at the eye.
