He didn't fully understand the name, but it sounded beautiful. And terrifying.
That was only a glimpse of its power.
The Venomquill Porcupine wasn't weak among thousand-year soul beasts, yet before Alfred, it was nothing more than prey.
Alfred spoke again, listing calmly, "First soul skill, Frost Scar. Second soul skill, Frost Mist. Third soul skill, Skyfrost Slash. Fourth soul skill, Frost Song."
Then he turned to Ray. "Remember this. A soul skill does not have only one form. There are countless ways to use it. What matters is how you control it."
As he spoke, Alfred raised the Skyfrost Sword and activated Frost Scar. A thin sword wave shot out, slicing cleanly through a leaf more than ten meters away—yet the leaf itself remained intact.
"This is Frost Scar."
He stepped forward. With a slight tremor of his wrist, sword waves surged outward, interweaving into the familiar azure cocoon before unraveling into a storm of blades.
"This," Alfred said coldly, "is also Frost Scar."
