Three months later, in the skies surrounding the Principal Void Fortress of the Sorcerer World.
"Frost Roar!"
Silver threads flew around, as Millie waved her Ice Crystal Feather Fan. She gripped onto the magical weapon tightly with her long slender arms.
A sudden whoosh was heard as large shards of ice frost flew by, freezing dozens of Golden Amonros into icicles. The sound of cracks echoed through the sky as the frozen icicles exploded into small pieces.
Exhaling, the pale-faced Millie waved a high-level Magical Stone in a circular motion around many different types of Soul Slaves that were flying towards the rear flank of the fortress while taking a peek at Grimm who was sitting atop of the Void Fortress, wielding the same type of Magical Stone as he transferred the Force of Nature to regenerate his magical powers.
One after another, the fallen Amonros formed a frontal barrier to block the incoming assault by the enemy while roaring loudly.