Ryu's palms reached out, causing large swaths of ice qi to accumulate around him. The temperature continued to plummet, the surroundings becoming so volatile that even Isemeine, who had an extraordinarily strong body, began to shiver.
In the blink of an eye, two crystalline blue Great Swordstaffs formed. Each sparkled with a beautiful sheen, faint patterns of golden veins barely hidden within their depths.
Ryu's brandished both, the violent winds the resulted threatening to flatten the city below.
With these two weapons, formed the of the will his mother left behind, he would sever everything that lay in his path.
"Isemeine. Come here."
Isemeine was speechless. For one, she couldn't fly in this place. Hardly anyone could. And, secondly, HAD HE LOST HIS MIND?!
Unfortunately, Isemeine didn't have much of a choice. A strong wind qi raised her into the skies. Much like his flames, Ryu's Northern Heavenly Wind had also begun to lag behind. But, that didn't mean it was useless.
