The Void-Ice came up.
But this time it was not as edge enhancement just for a few utilization, surface manipulation.
As itself... the complete void inheritance.
The element the Cosmic Dragon had been holding at his very soul since the day he had been born and had been trying to reach him since the moment seven years and ten years ago when his parents had been murdered.
He took a single deep breath in.
And that simple breath froze the cathedral hollow's air for a six-foot radius around his suspended body in a perfect sphere of absolute zero.
Phei paused and then he... let it out.
BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMM.
A cold wave erupted outward from him in a single discrete radial pulse as if an atomic bomb had just went off — pale at first, then darker, then black-and-white, the color of an element that had stopped pretending to be one or the other and had remembered that it was both, older than mercy, older than regret, older than the very concept of warmth.
