King of the Snowthreads

Fifty days later.

The cerulean Ice Flames were burning ever so strongly!

It seemed like the sublimation of Ice Energy, or perhaps some kind of mutation that had occurred to the Flame Energy. In his field of vision, the ice-sealed Acraepoids had sprung back to life one by one, each one as agile as they had been before.

Some Acraepoids charged fiercely with their Infernal Blades, their bodies low to the ground and leaning forwards. Their eyes were burning with fear-inducing rage. Their jaws opened to let out blood-curdling war cries but to no avail. In an instant, they were sealed frozen. This came so abruptly that there was not even enough time for them to react. They remained frozen in the same menacing postures from a few seconds back.

Despair had befallen the rest of the Acraepoids seeing their comrades' attack being so effortlessly foiled. Unwilling to accept their fate, they roared out in protest.