542 3 Breaths
Translator: La0o9
The frozen wasteland.
The chilling wind blew.
The snowfall was getting thicker.
About a dozen demonized people formed a defensive formation, ready to receive any attack.
Across from them, the frenzied boiling fog from before suddenly calmed down, as if it had lost its drive.
The cold fog silently became still.
"What happened?" someone asked in a low voice.
"Quiet!" the Warrior solemnly shouted.
The other person quickly shut up.
Everyone held their breaths as they stared at the icy sheet of fog without blinking.
A figure appeared from the fog.
Then slowly became clear.
A man wearing golden armor and a silver mask emerged from the fog.
Holding a sword in hand, he was moving towards the group step by step.
"Why is… a man here?" someone asked in shock.
"Must be a summoning technique" someone else said.
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