"Thump-thump—bang-bang—bang-bang—"
Ronan could clearly hear the sound of his own heartbeat, different from the usual rhythm, carrying an ancient, primitive melody.
The Bloodline Crystal inserted in his heart was releasing strands of dark blue vapor at a speed far beyond normal, these vapors, filled with the essence of the bloodline, circulated throughout his body with the blood, and once again, the slippery, sharp voice he had heard in his dreams resounded in Ronan's ears.
"Ice Frost... Hekarter... Ice Frost!... Hekarter!..."
Ancient evil consciousness continuously assaulted Ronan's nerves, and he breathed heavily.
Every breath he exhaled formed intricate and exquisite ice patterns before his eyes.
A great amount of violent, fierce, and evil desires arose from the depth of Ronan's heart, fueling him with an intense impulse to freeze everything and shred everything apart.
