The Legend of Wraith.

Isaac nodded and sat down next to Ian.

He slowly put his two hands together into a praying gesture and looked towards the statue.

The grey statue was a figure of a muscular man with long hair and half of his face being obscure, while the other half was disfigured. The figure was holding a hammer in his left hand, and his right hand was on flames.

Ian closed his eyes and lowered his head.

Isaac stayed in his thoughts for close to ten minutes before Ian finally decided to open his eyes.

''Thank you for listening to my ramblings, God Hephaestus...'' Ian muttered under his breath and turned his gaze towards Isaac, who also opened his eyes.

''Isaac, I see you made your choice.'' He said and looked at Isaac's white outfit.

''Yeah...'' Isaac replied and asked, ''Why Icy Shot?''

''Why not?'' Ian asked back with a small smile, ''Because it doesn't sound fancy like Sniper of Flames, I gotta admit... Arthur has good naming sense.'' He chuckled innocently.