But it was impossible to do anything, nothing at all. He could only watch helplessly as the two Wood Demons with grinning faces charged at him!
I'm going to die! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!!!!
The simple-minded brain of the Eight-Armed Nine-Soldier Demon sensed the impending death, and in fright, it made a move incomprehensible to any being: it raised all eight arms to shield itself and shut its eyes!
The world plunged into darkness, and the anticipated pain, death, did not come.
The only sensation was that of the wind.
A gust of bone-chilling cold wind!
The Eight-Armed Nine-Soldier Demon opened its eyes in puzzlement, startled to find that everything around it was already blanketed in a layer of silver frost, transformed into a world of ice and snow!
The snow-covered street, the ruins of buildings buried in snow, and... frozen in place as if time stood still... two ice sculptures!!
