Denghis Xisi had barely uttered the words "prepare to die" when... an icicle pierced through his chest and nailed him to the wall, which was covered with chunks of Abyssal flesh.
"Biland Island is just a newborn baby," said the Magic Thief Medes, his hands conjuring extreme cold frost, and his pupils turning a deep blue as he stared at Denghis Xisi. "Whereas Black Tide Island has already devoured countless civilizations on the star map. Enemies that are too much for a baby to overcome can be left to us adults to handle."
"Adults?"
Denghis Xisi looked at the ice spike embedded in his chest, the painful sensation making his thoughts even clearer.
"Medes, he is our kin!" The female Magic Thief put her hand on Medes's shoulder, signaling that his actions were too extreme.
The frost in Medes's hand dissipated, and Denghis Xisi slid down from the wall. A surge of Holy Light emanated from Denghis Xisi's chest, accelerating the healing of his wounds.