The Frost Calamity had not disappeared.
The laws of frost still shrouded the sky above the entire ice-sealed city.
Perhaps, beside Kaserite, everything was tranquil, with only the subtle sound of the wind, but for Verafia, she could feel more clearly the process of the power of “frost” constantly gathering.
These ten-odd minutes of windy and snowy silence were not solely due to Kaserite. While giving them time to rest, the ice was also accumulating power.
Just as frost gathered at the zenith at this moment.
Moreover, the surging power was not limited to the power of the frost calamity; even the entire ice-sealed Vinash City had become colder by another three degrees.
Along the way, Verafia had seen countless people devoured by frost, silent and still. Whether it was their life or the heat in their blood, all were drawn out by the shrouding frost.
However, even the “incarnation” knight, who possessed the heart of the Frost God, could not bear the power of the entire city.
“The Frost God, Holder, wants to truly descend in his true form by relying on the power of Vinash City being devoured and the entire shrouding frost calamity?”
Verafia looked at the frost-haired girl, her fine golden threads gently brushed by the cold wind, “Then, Kaserite, tell me, Verafia, what does Holder want to obtain?”
“He wants to complete himself, so even in his long slumber, his will will be carried by the frost of this city.”
Kaserite’s clear and cold voice had little inflection. As if hearing her voice, the blowing wind seemed to condense into fine, sharp ice crystals, but it only caused the girl’s frost-white hair to flutter.
Verafia’s eyelashes blinked softly. However, this was not an unexpected answer.
A flawed god, even by instinct, would seek to become whole.
However, what could make Holder complete?
Devouring herself might allow his power to advance further towards becoming a true “deity,” even obtaining the laws of a deity. However, Holder himself was flawed, and no matter how great the improvement, it would not make him whole.
Verafia raised her gaze, looking at Kaserite’s face.
“No. You misunderstand…”
As if sensing the girl’s thoughts, Kaserite shook her head. She said, “Indeed, I and Holder share the same origin. I possess the authority that he does not wield, and by devouring me, he can truly become complete.”
“However, except for the very beginning when I was pursued by frost, he has had no intention of devouring me for the past ten years.”
“Eh, why is that?”
Ophi blinked her eyelashes and asked with great confusion. Clearly, both Veer and Kaserite said that the God of Frost wanted to be complete… but why did he stop chasing Miss Kaserite?
Ig, standing beside her, frowned slightly. He suddenly said, “Miss Kaserite, just now, you said ‘He,’ referring to Holder, not the God of Frost?”
Ophi looked at the boy in confusion, “Isn’t Holder the name of that God of Ice? Ig, why are you suddenly saying this?”
“Indeed, that is correct.”
Kaserite nodded, “Holder, he is indeed the current God of Frost. However, like me, he is also flawed… Even if he devours me, what he obtains will be a new deity.”
“Perhaps, possessing both my memories and personality and his, he will no longer be himself.”
This was not much different from what Ig had thought. However, Ig suddenly thought of his young lady. Could her existence and Herafir’s be a similar situation?
Ig’s gaze shifted. The girl was gently pursing her lips, and suddenly raised her snow-white little face.
“Then, does Kaserite mean that Holder wants the heart in your hand…?”
“Yes, you are correct.”
Kaserite replied, and she took out the heart in her hand. “This does not originate from me or him, but from the entire world, condensed within the frost. It contains the laws of frost.”
“Perhaps it is not comparable to a true divine spark. However, by devouring this heart, he can also awaken the sleeping him and become a complete god.”
Verafia nodded.
So, this heart was obtained by Cardinal Bro, not by the followers of the frost calamity in a deliberately set conspiracy?
But, she always felt that something was overlooked…
Verafia lightly knitted her slender brows. But she did not have many clues.
“By the way, Kaserite, have you seen someone like a corrosive darkness, someone whose power does not blend with this world?”
“Darkness… and not blending with this world?”
Kaserite showed a hint of confusion. “Is this person very special to you?”
“Special… not really. However, I feel there might be some problems.”
After hesitating for a moment, Verafia still shook her head. “However, since Kaserite doesn’t know, perhaps he is hiding somewhere else, by chance.”
What Verafia mentioned was the fleeting glimpse of the knight Kaino in the Inquisition of the church, drawing out a dark sword that killed a Saint.
Such power originated from fragments of the fallen Star God. Even though he was corrupted by star god fragments, he was also proficient in the ancient sword techniques of Peka.
But, since Kaserite said she didn’t know, could it be that the existence possessing the star god fragments had not colluded with the frost calamity?
After all, the power of fragments from otherworldy stars should not be hidden or overlooked. If Kaserite had witnessed it during the twenty-odd years of the frost calamity, she would not have forgotten.
However…
Verafia lightly furrowed her brows again. She always felt that she vaguely remembered what she had overlooked earlier. It was not that the star god fragments on Kaino were revealed, but it seemed there would be a connection…
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During their conversation, which lasted less than a minute, the frost behind them had become even heavier.
The wind began to blow the frost-haired girl’s skirt, and the ice crystals covering the sky shimmered with an ice-blue light, exuding fearsome sacredness and bone-chilling cold.
Even Shiel and the others sensed something unusual.
“Miss Verafia, Miss Witch!”
Shiel rushed over. Her slightly trembling light-golden eyes saw Kaserite, who seemed to be standing at the junction of frost and ice, and in front of her, the golden-haired girl with a slightly lowered face, knitted brows, and a troubled expression.
Shiel paused for a moment. She walked closer, reached out her pure white hand, and gently pulled the wrist of the ice dragon girl beside her. “Miss Ophi, is Verafia thinking about something…?”
“It seems so.”
Ophi was also a little confused. After hesitating, she nodded. Her frost-blue, gem-like eyes looked up, following Shiel’s gaze towards the misty frost, and then to the golden-haired girl whose thin, delicate body was touched by the frost.
“Veer seems to have suddenly thought of the star god fragments… um, the sword that the knight named Kaino used to kill that Saint.”
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After writing, I realized I missed a bit of content… (Forced to insert a passage)
