Chapter 127

By the banks of the Cold Pool, time seemed frozen in an eternal chill, yet flowed quietly in subtle details. Snap... Snap... The harsh sound of metal and stone rubbing against each other echoed regularly through the dead waters like a monotonous pendulum. Star-Frost's huge head hung low, and the tip of its newly grown broken tooth, covered with concentrated platinum ice flame, was meticulously scratching back and forth across the millstone-sized Mystic Ice Essence Core. Every scratch kicked up crystal-clear ice chips and a few jumping platinum sparks. The layer of ice flame on the tip of the tooth became denser and sharper from the friction, and the coldness it emitted made the surrounding air slightly distort.