"...what the... ?"
Raseriat took a deep breath, flabergasted by the discovery.
Her wings weren't chopped off or damaged in any way... they were... frozen over...!
And not just by the physical ice – the mana composing them was frozen solid too, rendering the first pair useless...
...and the ones that she created after that were slowly getting covered in frost too...!
"WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN! HOW A MAGICIAN-LEVEL TRASH LIKE YOU LIKE YOU CAN AFFECT A SAGE LIKE M...?! ...eh...?"
Raseriat's face turned pale and she growled at the indifferent pale-blue-haired man below – until a dark shape moved at the corner of her vision, and then another, and another...
"?!?!?!"
The round woman tensed up and looked around, it wasn't just a single shadow sphere floating next to her but at least two dozens – making her realize that it wasn't one of her fellow Ghosts keeping an eye on her at all...
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