In the valley gripped by rampant ice, Jae-Seong drifted on the sleet as the dance of life and death was in full effect. From the sky, hundreds of cold arrows rained down, keeping him on his toes.
He used his fists to counter those he couldn't dodge, blowing a mass amount of the projectiles away in a single blow.
"It's pointless."
The bored voice told him as he looked up, witnessing a colossal blade of ice descending upon him. A skyscraper of sharpened frost slammed down upon him–THWOOM. It touched down, with absolute assurance that the Outlander beneath was crushed.
Quintus stood atop the massive pillar of ice with a quiet, cold sigh, running his fingers through his fluffy, pale hair, "I don't see what the big deal with you "Heavenly Kings" are. What's the fuss about, if this is the best you can do?--"
