Chapter 8: Lament of the Frost (Part Two)

“Is this the power of a Hero? It’s amazing!” Ronamos said, looking at his father with adoration.

“No, it is the power of a strong Hero, the authority of a Great Hero!” Aleias said to his son with a father’s distinct pride.

“Wow! Is a Great Hero the most powerful?”

Ronamos’s expression was very familiar to Ace. In his past life, he also looked at his father with such admiration when he was a child, thinking he was all-powerful.

“The strongest among Great Heroes are called Golden Heroes , and above them are the Legendary Heroes, who combine their own strength with the power of the epic tales sung about them. They can forge a unique Treasure which we call it ‘Noble Phantasm’, and legend says they are granted divine grace, specially permitted to reside on Kaya Mountain, the dwelling of the gods.”

Aleias’s expression carried a hint of envy and longing.

“My son, from the moment your mother handed you to me, the entire city whispered your name. One day, my mission will come to an end, and you will be crowned King.”

“You are the son of the Goddess of Elegance and me. The people will love you, the Nobles will support you, and you are the destined King of the City of Frost.”

The sound of the dialogue and the scene gradually blurred. Black frost crawled out of the arm of the young man standing behind the father and son, and his eyes alternated between calm and madness.

When the scene became clear again, soft morning light covered the land. The people of the City of Frost began their new day’s work. Everything was peaceful and beautiful.

Waves of mesmerizing whispers began to reach them. Everyone in the city seemed to instantly freeze. A large amount of black frost crawled out, gathering into horrifying-looking Monsters. Their bodies were dark blue, burning with black frost, and they radiated extreme cold and evil.

These must be the Ice Demons from the epics. Ace recalled the stories he had heard. The greatest enemy in the escape from the Sander Plateau was the Ice Demons. Legend says they come from the coldest layer of the Abyss, a place of eternal winter, cruel and chaotic.

“It’s the Ice Demons!” The Nobles of the city-state broke free from the strange frozen state. They gathered with the King. Citizens formed small teams according to their neighborhoods, and the entire city-state began an organized resistance against the Demons that had appeared out of nowhere.

Aleias was leading the army, composed of the city-state’s Nobles and Citizens, fighting against the massive monster army, which was a couple of times taller than ordinary people and had horrifying horns.

He waved his hand and said to Ronamos, “Son, quickly take our people and escape to the high ground north of the city! I and the brave warriors will intercept the Demons. As long as there are people, there is hope for the city-state.”

Ronamos looked at his father’s back as he walked against the Demons. His eyes were slightly wet. He turned around, gathered the frightened residents, and fled outside the city.

Aleias’s fight was very difficult. Most of the Nobles with supernatural power, like him, were descendants of the Frost God.

The uncontained power of frost, however, greatly nourished the Ice Demons. Therefore, they could not use powerful bloodline divine spells and could only fight the Demons with their supernatural bodies and martial skills.

“Descendants of the Frost, dear Citizens, we have nowhere left to retreat! Behind us is Rona City, behind us are our parents, our wives, and our children.”

Aleias tore a Demon apart and roared. The army’s morale was boosted. The Nobles bravely charged and killed, and the Citizen heavy infantry formed ranks and held their ground. The Demons were slowly pushed back.

At this moment, the young man who had stood behind Aleias had a large amount of black frost crawl out of his arm. He rushed quickly toward Aleias, and a Demon’s claw made of black frost stabbed the heroic King in the back.

Aleias turned with difficulty, asking in disbelief, “Arason , why did you join the Demons?”

Arason , who was already half-demonized, killed a Noble who tried to guard the King with a casual strike and said contemptuously:

“The city-state needs reform, and the Sander Plateau needs new life even more. You have decayed, Aleias.

You have lost the glory of the frost and are just a little pet wagging its tail at the Goddess of Elegance. You even handed over the great City of Frost without a fight. The will of the frost will bring disaster upon you! I will establish a new City of Frost on the ruins.”

The Demons divided and consumed the troops composed of Nobles and Citizens. Aleias looked at the corpses strewn on the ground, his eyes filled with sorrow and determination.

“The great Frost God would not join forces with a Demon. You have been corrupted by the Demon. I need to purify you for the sake of the frost.”

Aleias spat out a mouthful of blood and walked toward Arason with difficulty, his eyes showing pain and resolve. His lips moved slightly as he muttered something.

He turned into a flash of bright light and burst open.

When the bright light faded, the entire battlefield had become a world of ice sculptures. As the wind blew through, the Demons and the corpses dissolved into dust. Arason’s body also dissolved little by little, but black frost suddenly crawled out of his head, stopping the dissolution.

“He actually reached the peak of a Great Hero , becoming a Golden Hero. I underestimated you, Aleias. If you had a little more time to have an epic tale sung about you, you might really have been able to solidify your mind’s image into a Treasure and kill me. Unfortunately, you are not a Legend after all and cannot break the protection of a Demon Lord.”

Arason was in an extremely miserable state, with only a head remaining, but he survived. His mad eyes raged, making him look increasingly like a Demon, chaotic and evil.

Boom! A powerful ice arrow carrying Heroic divine power almost hit Arason’s remaining head. It turned out that Ronamos, worried about his father, had rushed back after moving the city-state residents.

“Father!” Ronamos cried out in grief, looking at everything that had dissolved.

Arason looked at Ronamos and laughed sinisterly, “Dear God-son, Demon Lord Gorgan wants to taste you.”

After saying this, black frost burned on his remaining head, growing larger and larger. A huge Demon, 10 times taller than Ronamos, appeared.

This colossal Demon was burning with black frost. With a casual throw, countless burning black frost projectiles shot out. Anything they hit was instantly frozen and shattered into dust.

Ronamos did not hesitate. He quickly jumped backward, facing the Demon. He dodged while running away, and the scars on his body gradually increased.

Ace watched this thrilling scene without any inner emotion. Since Ronamos ultimately established a new city-state, he definitely would not die here.

Just as a burning black frost projectile was about to hit Ronamos, time suddenly slowed down, and an elegant singing voice began.

A group of little spirits laughed and sang a beautiful melody. A soft light covered Ronamos, and a pair of pristine white hands gently stroked him. All the scars on his body healed.

Then, those pristine white hands gently came together. When they opened, a rainbow-colored bead appeared and slowly drifted toward Demon Lord Gorgan.

It was very slow, but Demon Lord Gorgan could not dodge it. He watched helplessly as the rainbow-colored bead gently pierced his body. A tiny hole appeared in his body.

The hole then grew larger and larger, and finally accelerated its expansion, completely wiping him out.

“My son, you have done well.”

A gentle, sacred female voice came from the light, “I cannot save your father. This is his destiny.”

(End of this chapter)