"It's cold!" it exclaimed in pleasant surprise.
"Let me touch it!" "Me too!"
The fruits forgot their caution, scrambling to touch the Crystal Bottle.
Some even pressed their "faces"—their smooth skins—against it, letting out sighs of contentment.
'Now's the time!'
A cold glint flashed in Ian's eyes as he discreetly pointed his right index finger forward.
A thread of frosty white energy, thinner than a hair, shot out silently.
It precisely wrapped around the two small feet of Lucy, the farthest and most daring of the bunch.
The ultimate micromanagement of a Frost Ash Beam—freezing only the feet, leaving the body unharmed.
Lucy's little feet were instantly covered in a thin layer of frost, and its movements stiffened.
"Oh no! My feet can't move!" it shrieked in panic.
The other four fruits froze.
The next second, the shadow on Ian's shoulder exploded.
