Third Person's POV
In a heartbeat, the temperature around him plummeted sharply.
Even the prince behind him faltered on feeling the sting of sudden frost wind that crept toward his skin.
The knight's eyes widened in alarm as he realized the sinister intent behind this move, but it was too late.
The attack was not meant to be intercepted, but he had done exactly what Ethan had anticipated.
His action seemed to have been predicted by Ethan, and Ethan, who was behind this attack, took ample opportunity of this.
Without wasting even a breath, Ethan was already deep inside the churning frost-laden mist he had engineered.
The demon prince Aram stood paralyzed in stunned disbelief as his confidence shattered like brittle glass.
He had been so certain and so arrogantly sure that Ethan had been crippled by the vicious lightning strike that had struck him squarely on the head.
