That Merfolk sat atop a creature that looked strikingly similar to the one that had attacked Silvanus's group earlier. However, this one was clearly larger, and the two horns on its head gleamed a vivid crimson.
Sensing Silvanus's gaze, the Merfolk tilted his head, grinning as he licked his lips. "A human, huh? Perfect—just right for an appetizer."
Silvanus: "..."
At that moment, the creature beneath the Merfolk's feet began to step through the clouds, descending closer and closer toward Silvanus. The Merfolk laughed again. "What's wrong? So scared you've gone stiff? Hahaha!"
Right then, Silvanus suddenly yanked his spear free, stomping against the massive ice wall behind him as he twisted his body midair—gravity seemingly no longer applied to him.
Gripping his spear tightly with both hands, he raised it high and then drove it down hard into the icy surface once more!
Boom! Crash!
