Frost energy overwhelmed the entire purple cloud battlefield.
The daemon slammed its palms together, giving birth to a loud boom that spread across the battlefield. Thereafter, he slowly separated his palms, and from them, a strangely shaped staff made from the purest form of ice slowly materialized.
Though it appeared slow, the staff manifested in the blink of an eye. Once grabbing hold of the ice staff, the daemon lightly waved it.
The frost aura around Anon condensed and attempted to restrain his figure. More than freezing him, even his perception and reaction speed were slowing down.
Anon did not realize when, but his feet were encased in frost aura and rooted to the purple cloud.
At the same time, the daemon waved the ice staff once more.
From above, sparkling snowflakes fell. These snowflakes quickly grew in number and filled up the entire battlefield.
