Inside a chaotic small chapel.
Two Second Order Transcendents, covered in blood and looking miserable, watched the approaching figure with uncertainty and fear, "Who exactly are you? You actually killed Charlotte?!"
Byron had no interest in chatting with the dead. Once he killed these last two Second Order individuals, the Intelligence in their minds would be entirely his. The only response they received was a low shout, "Frost Winter is Coming!"
The Miracle longsword [White Frost] clanged as it was drawn from its sheath. Adopting the Roof-raising Style, with the longsword held high above his head, he launched a lightning-fast, ferocious slash at the [Famine Hunter] who was positioned further forward. And unlike before, this time the longsword didn't even need to truly touch him. The icy sword wind wrapped around the frost-white blade had already severed a messy lock of hair on his forehead before the blade itself could.
