Castle's main tower open-air terrace.
Under the freezing magic power of Ghost Eye, the entire pool had turned into solid ice. The chilling cold air spread out, and the entire terrace was covered with frosty ice silk, trying to block the monstrous speed of that creature.
Morison's arm armor gears spun out terrifying sparks, moving swiftly and nimbly, his confusing maneuvers were overwhelming. Maple Forest was constantly being dismantled and reassembled; special large sword, dagger, twin blades, like a steel wire net woven by the loom, he surged from all directions like a shuttle, the high-frequency oscillation between the iron weapons caused their edges to glow red-hot like branding irons, smashing all the ice chips to pieces.
The intense heat scorched all the cold air that swept towards him.
