All the time spent pushing Sirka to her limits had been worth it.0

Suho had toppled a total of nine Elvenwoods so far. In the process, countless high elves who had prolonged their pitiful existences had been slain. The spirits that had been swarming inside their bodies like parasites had either fled in terror or attacked like demons, but either way, the result was the same. Every last spirit—their numbers beyond measure—had been incinerated by Suho or captured by Sirka and forced to submit.0

Now the result of that effort was clear.0

The frigid wind that emanated from Sirka’s small form swept through the dark alley in an instant. The enhanced humans caught in its path began to freeze, their bodies stiffening as frost overtook them.0

“What?!”0

“Wh-what the…”0

Screaming in terror, the villains tried to run, but by then it was too late.0

Sirka’s chilling energy spread like a storm, transforming the alley into a frozen wasteland. Jagged ice spikes erupted from the ground, and the enhanced humans became nothing more than statues, their frozen expressions locked in wide-eyed horror.0

Then with a sharp crack, the ice shattered. Their bodies began to fracture, and the limbs they had received from magic beasts broke into countless shards of ice.0

Those who had managed to somewhat free themselves from the...0