Glaring white streetlights illuminated the street. A biting chill rolled through the air as Onofre stood frozen in a punching pose, his body covered in white frost.
Yet, not even the layers of frost could conceal the pure smile on his face.
It is said that in extreme cold, one is prone to seeing beautiful illusions.
Aozawa exhaled a cloud of frigid air, his body remaining visible.
The roar of propellers echoed through the sky as a dazzling searchlight beam swept across the ground.
He looked up, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the light, and caught sight of a rope dropping straight down.
Two figures were rapidly descending on a single rope.
When they were still seven or eight meters from the ground, the tall woman released the rope, plummeting straight down.
CRACK! Her feet shattered the white frost on the ground.
