The shattered ice sculpture of the Winter Monkey floated briefly on the surface of the freezing sea before cracks spread across it and pieces of frozen ice slowly separated from one another.
First Blade stood in the air silently.
Water dripped from his robes.
His pale hair danced slightly with the cold winds while his black eyes slowly swept across the battlefield beneath him. The frozen sea had become chaotic after their clash. Massive cracks spread across the thick layer of ice while shattered glaciers floated on the dark waters below.
Dense mist drifted through the surroundings.
And a tense and uncomfortable silence filled the air as First Blade looked for the Winter Monkey.
To be fooled by a monkey left a bitter taste in his mouth, and it was a shame that none of his peers must ever learn of.
However, he was slightly baffled by how the Winter Monkey had fooled him.
He clearly felt his swords pierce the Winter Monkey's flesh, not a block of ice.
