"This is my power, everything within your body belongs to me, and once I awaken, everything will return to me. You should have ceased to exist by now."
Seeing Muria's avatar transformed into the Balrog Flame Demon, the will of the epic muttered to itself.
"Why do you still exist now?"
"Guess!" Muria, equally surprised by his current state, responded with a joking tone.
He had just been ready to reveal his trump card, but he hadn't expected his consciousness to suddenly grow stronger, as if this was the posture he should have had in the sea of consciousness.
"Boring, mere ants, can be erased." The indifferent voice, devoid of any emotion, rang out.
After speaking, a blue-white light engulfed Muria's consciousness, and a chill began to spread that felt as if it could freeze the very soul itself—this was the power of ice and frost.