Chapter 127: On the Verge of a Harvest?

The Sea of Consciousness thundered, making the ice crust shiver. Asher Jauncy's spirit sense hovered in midair, eyes blazing as he watched Maria Scurr's Frostbane go wild like a starving beast, rending the chill aura Victoria Langhilt had left behind with her Absolute Palm. The Frostbane carried a bone-deep viciousness, yet it avoided Asher's spirit sense and the Trapped Dragon. It locked onto the Absolute Palm's cold and gnawed at it relentlessly. Strands of faint black chill were dragged free...