The area irradiated by the silver light immediately displayed a strong sense of visual misalignment. One enormous silver mirror after another appeared out of thin air, and in the blink of an eye, they formed a giant sphere comprised of space mirror light.
The young man with a ponytail wore a cold smile on his face, glanced around, and showed a faint expression of disdain.
Ronan's figure quietly appeared within each silver mirror. In the Minotaur's Secret Room, countless Ronans' eyes simultaneously ignited with a sun of snow color.
"Ancient Ice City!"
"Boom!"
Endless coldness surged out from the densely packed space mirrors, forming ancient ice that quickly filled the space.
The young man with the ponytail showed no expression, allowing the pervasive cold air to envelop him. In an instant, he was completely frozen within layers of solid ice.
"Woo—"
Ronan clasped his hands together, the sun of snowy white in his eyes burned more fiercely.
