The Real Scheme...

Cra-crack.

In the far distance, within the perimeter of the seemingly Ice Land.

Above the gloomy atmosphere, a black crack running within the depths of the space could be seen spreading upwards... Unfolding the white world beyond as the familiar blooded figure of the High Core Formation realm Devil slowly exited the place...

Gasping laborly as he shifted his gaze toward the broken black skull within his grasp, releasing a weak unknown pressure that evaporated the snow that approached its area of effect...

Followed by that, the frost that stuck within the surface of his purple skin (due to the low temperature he endured earlier) began to liquefy- evaporating afterwards as a weak flame began to resurface around his physique... Bringing him back the lost warm temperature.

"Sigh~ unfortunately, I could only leave Veronica within that complete Domain of the Ice King to buy us some time.