"Whew—"
The swirling snow gently brushed against Ronan's face as he squinted slightly, a faint gleam flashing across his eyes.
Previously, when watching Gattuso and Orian's battle from below, he merely felt that the two were stronger than ordinary Level 2s, but he couldn't really grasp how much stronger.
Now, standing in the opponent's position, he truly understood just how vast the difference between Level 2 and Level 3 was.
Even with the strong enhancement of [Land of Frost], his Mastery Level [Small Blizzard] could not inflict any damage on Damian. A casual Third Rank Defense Magic from the opponent was an impregnable iron wall.
Ronan didn't probe further and pressed down with one hand, making a motion of drawing a sword from the void.
In an instant, countless mysterious energies flowed from between his spread fingers.
