The endless snowfield covered the capital's sky, the white dome suspended like an unending glacier.
Above that pure white canopy, the snow rode on the raging wind, transforming into fierce snow dragons within the spirals, surging towards the tiny demon in the air.
Ten, a hundred, a thousand — the inverted sea of snow roared, forming countless inverted tornadoes that engulfed the entire sky in destruction.
Every snowflake contained steel-like magic power, and every cold wind was as sharp as a blade.
In this destruction-filled harsh winter, the demon transformed by the Key of Transformation let out a sharp scream.
No matter where he attempted to flash to, it was always the roaring blizzard greeting him; no matter how many layers of shield he stacked, they were instantly shattered in the obliterating spirals.
Running away—this choice never existed from the beginning.
