From the suddenly glowing ice and snow divine hall, an elderly woman, small and stooped, with long hair flowing like a decaying glacier, stepped slowly out into the void.
"Level 7?!"
Ronan sensed the aura emanating from the old woman, his eyes gleaming.
The latter was also staring at him.
On a face that was aged and decrepit beyond recognition, a pair of gray-blue turbid eyes remained fixed on him.
The old woman did not speak. Around her, one wizard after another emerged from their hiding places within the glaciers.
In the blink of an eye, Ronan was surrounded by people.
Shadowy figures, each dressed in the robes of a frost leader wizard, and each having reached a strength above Level 5.
They all looked at Ronan, their gazes wandering over him with a kind of anticipation and apprehension.
Vanessa, feeling a bit nervous and scared under the fervent gazes of these people, couldn't help but hide behind Ronan.
Ronan gently patted the back of her hand and met Elsa's gaze.
