I regressed and became the Sword Ice King

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What is Death without the cold that comes with it? A sensation that swallows the human senses, exuding an aura akin to the afterlife. There is nothing warm about it, simply the comfort of dying in a cold abyss. To achieve the epitome of snow and ice, one must die. Give in to the cold, let it permeate through you, and become a vessel for a higher power imbued in you.

To hold what is dear to us in a crumbling world, one must grow a powerful status. Humans are reminded how pitiful it is when you're not strong enough to protect what is theirs and that often includes other people.

But when they have that power, now that is a different story.

Raph's eyes suddenly opened a white afterglow in its wake as a chilling cold exuded from his very being.

The sudden slight movement caused the cage to shift a little, attracting the attention of the two bounty brothers.

Bick smirked as he glanced through the slip, only to find two pools of malevolent white staring back at him. His body jerked as he yelped and stumbled backward, followed by the sudden eruption of cold energy in the air.

"What's happening?! I thought his abilities were sealed off?!" one of Timon's men cried out in shock as crystals of ice formed on their bodies.

"I don't know, something is off!" Bick cried out when the sudden eruption occurred again, blasting the cage into shards of ice as a cold wind erupted out of his body like a living pulse.

The people surrounding Raph were frozen in place, their gazes flickering with intensity as a biting cold permeated through their bodies.@@novelbin@@

"Hah…For crying out loud. Is this how my trait works?" Raph's words pierced through the air, sending warning bells to the people gathered.

The carriage had been frozen in place, and the mounts had been turned into blue icicles.

"Everything is Ice".

He muttered and a cold wind swept around, picking everything in its wake into a storm of snow and ice, freezing their bodies and minds before they could even think again.

"Die".

The snowstorm suddenly swept around the sand, increasing in mass as it rose into the skies.

At the bottom, surrounded by the cold storm, was Raph, his body exuding a chilling aura that would make one's heart freeze in a millisecond.

This chilling cold rose into the air, forming a blanket of snow and ice in its wake, leaving an ethereal view of the beauty of snow.

Raph was an orchestrator in a live band, controlling the snow and ice in perfect harmony, building chilling sceneries of spires and mountains, an uncontrollable storm brewing within him.

He took a step forward, and the world crackled to the intensity of the cold, causing fragments of reality lost to him.

He was unable to absorb it back in, becoming a vessel for a continuous flow of deadly cold.

It was then that the sky darkened from the horizon, an onyx shadow running across the expanse of the skies.

His gaze was drawn forward, akin to a magnet to steel and the sight caused a stir within him.

"Elsie". He muttered, his body cracking from the intensity.

The shadow rushed in like a torpedo, slamming against the gust of snow and ice causing a swirl of darkness and ice, as sounds of chattering pierced through the skies. A roaring thunder sound creased through the expanse of the sky, causing an awakening never before seen.

Ice shards floated in the snowstorm as a mountain of snow formed from the gust, while Ice glaciers peaked in the sky.

The darkness began to swallow it whole, permeating through the cold while the cold resisted by freezing its shadow tendrils.

It was a struggle for superiority and both sides were clashing terribly, causing the air and atmosphere around them to warp to the intensity of their attributes.

The cold began to sweep through the area, spreading like cancer as the barren lands of the desert were frozen by the intensity of snow and ice.

A gust of cold wind continued to flow like mana, tranquil like rushing water.

A stream of frozen energy that took the vitality out of anything in sight and pierced its creeping cold into them.

Kilometres away from the scene were three people, their gazes filled with amazement at the sight.

Safara was caught by her words, unable to speak while Merthy watched in dismay.

She felt a terrible chill crawl up her spine, fear gripping her heart like a claw.

"What have I done?". She whispered, falling to her knees.

She muttered, her body shivering from the cold as the wind rushed past them, spreading towards the Border Town in a frenzy.

"Darkness and Ice…?" Merthy muttered in amazement. "What is going On?".

She didn't know how to react, in fact, she preferred not to. It seemed ominous just from over a kilometer away, and she preferred to keep the distance that way.

The darkness and ice seemed to amplify one another, pushing each other to the limit, as if they were in the middle of the fight, but where were they?

"What do we do, Merthy?" Harry asked, his gaze filled with as much panic as she was.

"I don't know….we wait, I guess. That thing…isn't something we should get close to".

Over at the Border Town, atop the skies stood Ziza, her curious gaze fixed at the sight. The cold wind descended upon them like a storm, causing building edges and people to freeze from the intensity.

It was like cancer, unable to be controlled, roaming around like a gust of mist for its next prey.

Ziza wasn't the only one who felt this surreal, ominous power; in fact, the others had been summoned that day.

It was the third day, the day of the meeting, and the heads of the five pillars of the Border Town were on the streets.

Their figures were paralyzed by the sight of their subordinates next to them, their bodies slightly trembling from the intensity of the cold.

Ziza's gaze narrowed as a soft sigh escaped her lips.

"The Prince of Snow and the Maiden of Darkness".

She muttered, an amused tone in her voice.

"Now that's an urban legend".

This continued to roam the expanse of the desert, swirling sand into the sky as it crackled and froze the grains of coarse sand to crystalline ice.

Transforming the property of the earth into ice. Not one born from water, but one born from matter.

This ice froze the very molecules of the matter it struck, though its effect varied.

It persisted until it didn't, dispersing like it was never there, and crumbling to the ground like rain.

The gust of cold wind had fallen to the ground, turning into powders of ice particles while the darkness dispersed into the light.

The once chilling cold was gone, replaced by the persistent heat from the rays of the sun, but for some reason, the effects remained.

Houses, frozen from the gust of wind and sand turned to ice shards on the ground, remained so, melting into a gust of vapor from the intensity of the sun.

Thkihu, the heat returned, the chill felt individually persisted, and across the sky, serving as a testament to the phenomenon, a cloud of blue and black mingled. A malevolent, yet tranquil sight persisting in the expanse of sky like an artwork on a plain canvas.

Below that cloud of blue and black were two figures.

One whose body slowly repaired, fixing back the cracks caused by the intense release of the snow and ice, and the other, though naked, wrapped in a shroud of darkness.

Raph's arms were wrapped tightly around Elsie's waist, as their lips were clasped together for a kiss.

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They remained still on the remnants of the carriage that couldn't be swept up by the force while trails of ice crystals, snow, and shadow cascaded down the ground with them in the epicenter.

They finally took a moment to breathe, their breaths shallow and calm, as their gazes, softened with emotions, were fixed on one another.

"....Are you okay?" Raph asked, his worry palpable. He couldn't imagine how important Elsie had become to him, until now, but it was made evident.

Elsie nodded in reply, a smile on her face and her arms wrapped around his neck.

That moment felt fleeting like a timer was set on it because it was.

Raph pulled away, the remnant of the chains breaking into dust particles as he did so.

"Shall we?" He asked, his gaze turning towards the Border Town.

Elsie turned towards the same direction, her smile remaining fixed on her head.

"Yeah. Let's get this over with and get back home…I'm tired as well".

Raph picked up Elsie in a bridal style, his feet clutching to the ground as he suddenly jumped into the air, releasing a force that sent him projecting like a rocket towards his goal.