"Ahhhhh!" Nero yelled as he cleaved a winged worm in half just in time to save a prone Noman, who had not recovered from being stung by a cursed hornet in the stomach. Fortunately, a defensive technique had managed to keep the cursed energy at bay, but that did not prevent him from suffering an immense amount of pain.
While Nero screamed, his glaive whistled a tune as it cut through the air coated in aether. With the added sharpness of its augmentation, backed by Nero's immense strength and stellar technique, there wasn't a single foe he hadn't been able to cut down.
But as the storm neared, and the blue haze surrounded them, and the chill began to set in, it seemed Nero faced more enemies not less. This was not an illusion, despite the fact that they were being attacked less. It was just that his partners, even Vanessa, could not ignore the influence of the temperature, leaving Nero to pick up the slack.
