"Trying to run?"
Eve squinted her eyes, her expression a bit dangerous.
However, she was not flustered...
She just gazed in the direction where Uller fled and softly uttered one word,
"Slow."
The ethereal voice was very calm, yet it carried a peculiar power.
As soon as Eve spoke, Uller's movements suddenly slowed down, as if his actions were in slow motion.
Feeling the enormous pressure suddenly descending upon him, Uller's pupils contracted dramatically.
He wore a grim expression and let out a roar, his body emitting a brilliant light.
A cold, violent silvery-gray Divine Power erupted from within him, constantly surging. The area around Uller rapidly began to drop in temperature, turning into winter in an instant.
In the sky above, clouds roiled, and large snowflakes began to drift down, accompanied by the howling of a violent wind.
In the forest, centered around Uller, trees that once flourished in spring instantly turned into ice sculptures...
