"Hello, Lord's son. I want to report a major safety incident to you."
Crisis, already upset by Anarce's disdain, felt his anger soaring as he saw someone blocking his way.
He didn't hesitate to lift his leg, aiming a kick at the person.
"Get out of my way!"
Thunk!
Crisis felt like his foot had kicked a solid metal shield, and then a chilling sensation spread throughout his body from the point of contact.
He saw that his leg had collided with an ice wall, which was dissipating into ice mist and merging with his foot.
He felt his body rapidly cooling, and a sense of fear surged from his heart to his soul.
He wanted to withdraw his leg, but found that it had lost all sensation.
"Let me go! My father is the Lord of Frost Town! What are you trying to do?!"
A disguised Hilia frowned slightly and scoffed, "Why do you people from Frost Town always get so aggressive? All you do is shove people."
