288 Praiseworthy

Never had Aldrich seen lightning in a block of ice.

Countless tiny shards of ice exploded from the impact of mace with the glacial cannon. Aldrich could see lightning coiling around all the shards, and trapped, frozen within the shards' chilly womb.

The river behind Aldrich almost instantaneously froze. The nearest tall trees and shrubs became ice sculptures. Ice particles, as fine as sand, hit Aldrich's face, sending a chill into his body.

But the rose wine was unscathed. The Mana used in preparing wine had almost made it a potion, maintaining its innate properties.

'So this was the Final Fist Meuric had told me about,' Aldrich thought, remembering the words spoken by Meuric during one of his constant blabberings.