"White Lotus Ice Essence is strong enough," Max muttered quietly, his gaze lingering on the spot where Mike had been moments ago. He was testing the power of the essence within him, trying to gauge how effective it truly was.
The results spoke for themselves. Mike hadn't even lasted a heartbeat before he was frozen solid, his body turned into a sculpture of pure frost. That alone told Max everything he needed to know about the potential of this new power.
He had always suspected that the White Lotus Ice Essence might be something extraordinary, but witnessing it firsthand solidified that thought. Its destructive stillness carried the same depth of dominance that his black flames did.
The two were opposites in nature—one devouring, the other freezing—but in terms of strength, they were nearly equal.
