But now is not the time to ponder the conspiracies behind the scenes.
——Because the object right in front of him was too valuable.
"Change of plan!"
Exhaling, a green Spirit Energy Radiance lit up in Ian's eyes as he deactivated his Silent Voice Ring and Mist Illusion, revealing his figure to the craftsmen and guards in the Alchemy Workshop.
These people didn't even realize at first that a stranger had appeared in the production room, but then, as the icy breath spread, dual vortices of cold winds spun on either side between Ian's hands, compelling their gazes to be drawn towards him.
Pure white Extreme Cold Storms burst forth from the vortices, sweeping across the entire workspace like a tide, freezing their thoughts and bodies.
And within the frost storm, the fleeting glimpse of the blue eyes was the last sight they beheld.
Everything plunged into an icy darkness.
