บท 330: Memoir of the Past: Reviving and Killing (Part-1)

The pale moonlight was glaring, reflecting Damien's frosty expression. The silence of the night was haunting.

Evil lurked under the white sky that seemingly blended with the snow-draped ground on the horizon. Countless white specks dotted the world, neither falling nor rising. They were signs that showed it was snowing not too long ago. Damien's arrival froze the countless snowflakes and snowballs in space and time.

He was like the coldest piece of ice the world has ever known. The chill seeping out of him in the form of gales and gusts was bone-chilling and froze everything in place.

He looked around and saw that the mightiest of evil warriors that once heralded doom and the vilest of mages that gave up their humanity for the sake of eternal life were now like tranquilized pigs on a chopping board, waiting to be butchered.

His gaze was sharper than a thousand knives, and in his line of sight were the pigs that he so wanted to cut.