It must be said that, thanks to her extraordinary and superior seventh sense ability, "magic perception," Philsa is as sensitive as a dog.
At this moment, Philsa confirmed that the demonic energy that arrived belonged to the demon lord Fred.
The Demon Lord is the most powerful enemy facing the continent of Valentino today.
Several years ago, during the "Northern Expedition," he fought a protracted war against six paladins from various knightly orders across the continent, and was eventually sealed in the Demon Sea, the deepest part of the Demon Realm.
The Demon Lord's strength is beyond doubt. Putting aside all his crimes, identity, and reputation, he is a highly skilled swordsman.
Philsa remembered that on the Tower of Reverse Time, when he was seriously injured and in a semi-conscious state, he witnessed the Demon Lord defeat General Kaireser with a single blow.
From the moment the sword was drawn until it was sheathed, Philsa, as an observer, did not clearly see the characteristics or length of the Demon Lord's sword.
The only thing known is that the Demon Lord used ice-based magical martial arts at the time, and its characteristics seemed to be similar to the "draw sword style" that is popular in the East.
However, the Demon Lord used a straight-bladed longsword.
The types of magical martial arts techniques used and their main elemental attributes—this crucial combat information about the Demon Lord is estimated to be unknown to everyone except for Kaireser, who was already defeated by the sword, and Philsa, who was in a semi-conscious state at the time.
Nevertheless, Philsa did not dare to rush into the strange city in front of him and confront the Demon Lord directly.
He took out the signal transmitter that the captain had entrusted to him from his bag.
This is a small mechanism, not much bigger than his fist. As long as a little magic power is injected into it, the magic crystal energy materials inside will react violently with each other, generating magic energy to provide enough power for the color signal flare to shoot into the sky.
Preparations were complete, and the procedures were confirmed to be correct. The signal flare, carrying its mission, soared into the highest and deepest reaches of the sky, its tail silently tracing the heavens, leaving behind a crimson vertical trail cloud.
In fact, with that, Philsa's mission was successfully completed. Before leaving, he curiously peeked into the deepest part of the city that could be seen with the naked eye from the main entrance.
In that instant, the cityscape stirred up long-dormant memories within me.
Therefore, before the Knights' reinforcements arrived, Philsa involuntarily stepped into this ice sculpture city, one step at a time.
Inside the city, he looked around in disbelief. In fact, he was quite surprised, astonished that the city's roads, buildings, and overall layout were so similar to his hometown—
Before long, he stopped deceiving himself; this place was practically his hometown, a life-size ice sculpture model.
Firsa's hometown is a small seaside town whose name has been forgotten by history and people.
It was precisely because it was forgotten by most people that it was blessed by Lady Luck and escaped the turmoil caused by the demon race.
However, after careful observation, he discovered that this place was different from his hometown.
The houses in the ice sculpture city are slightly different from the Gothic style that should have been in my hometown ten years ago—and even different from other European styles at the time. Instead, they are the Valentino style, which only emerged in modern times.
The characteristics of modern Valentino architecture can actually be seen from the features of the main gate of the ice-sculpted city we just passed through.
This style is generally simple, but the details are unexpectedly intricate and exquisite, which is what craftsmen today call "a house with a simple exterior structure, but with many beautiful reliefs carved on it".
However, the series of Valentino-style buildings recreated by carving ice blocks all become completely monotonous pure white due to the uniformity of the material's color, losing the color diversity that this style is particularly famous for.
This is precisely the artistic essence embodied in the ice sculptures here.
However, the visitor, Firsa, who was preoccupied with his own thoughts, had no time to ponder these art styles that were irrelevant to him.
On the one hand, the crystal-clear ice sculptures are like mirrors, making people feel lost;
On the other hand, he couldn't help but recall memories of his hometown, especially of his mother's death.
The town was attacked, the mother sacrificed herself to protect the villagers, and all the villagers except for herself and her sister survived... These shocking scenes seem to be reflected in this ice city where mirrors are erected one after another.
The city was lifeless. Because in my memory, my hometown had died.
If we compare our former hometown to a living person, then this ice sculpture city that imitates our hometown is a resurrected zombie.
Philsa's breathing could be heard several meters away.
He was trying to find his home back in the city.
So he came to the place where his house used to be.
The house here has been transformed into a villa that is significantly taller and of a higher standard than other ordinary houses.
A dedicated individual recreated Firza's hometown in the form of an ice sculpture.
But this thoughtful person then replaced Philsa's house with a magnificent villa.
He stared in surprise at "his own" place in the city, completely bewildered.
Besides, her garden was exactly as it had always been. A smooth, white leaf drifted down from the ice-sculpted banyan tree. Philsa picked it up casually.
The surroundings were completely silent, but his mind was buzzing. To calm himself down, he began to peer at his face through the "ice mirror" in his hand.
The white hair, which should have had a slight hint of light gray, turned into light blue in the ice mirror;
The face, which should have been full of youthful vitality, was haggard due to injury, and even more so because of the cold, ominous look it had taken on when reflected in the ice mirror.
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