The world-shrouding frost fog thinned little by little, losing its icy intent as the prison chains pulsed with soft blue light. When the mist fully dispersed, Iris and Grey both appeared—trapped firmly within the Prison Dragon Lock.
The iron-blue cage tightened like the jaws of a slumbering ancient dragon.
Iris and Grey immediately channeled their spiritual energy, unleashing attacks that violently struck the cage walls. Sparks flew. Energy rippled.
But the cage didn't even tremble.
"Frost Sword, break it for me!"
Grey roared, swinging the gleaming holy-grade sword with all his remaining might. The sword intent tore through the air and crashed into the iron cage—
Only to be swallowed by its azure glow without leaving a single scratch.
Grey's expression instantly darkened. He glared at Althea, a hint of disbelief in his frosty blue eyes.
"Is this… a high-level holy-grade spiritual weapon? Who are you?"
