Bab 533: Son of Primordial.

''Son… of Primordial?'' Arthur's body trembled, and something inside his body woke. With trembling of his fingers, his palms started sweating while the hair strands on the back of his head stood up.

The endless flows of power ran through his veins, pumping strength into his heart.

Ba-dump, ba-dump!

The heart thumped against his chest.

Arthur covered his ears but still heard the heartbeat echoing in his ears.

"What do you want?" Jack Frost asked while turning to look at the four men. They were nearly done breaking the ice., but after one wave of the ice cane, the ice returned and engulfed their legs.

"Damn it!" Xerxus screamed with frustration.

Amour's expression didn't change as he raised the axe and hacked it down at his feet.

"Gungnir." Kalzer closed his eyes, and suddenly, Odin's spear flew out of his grasp. With the stone-gray blade as the attack's edge, it flew straight toward Jack Frost.