Chapter 359 - Ice Weaponry

The training field behind the mansion was silent that morning, except for the dry sound of ice striking ice. Damon advanced with the sword in his right hand, his feet firm on the earth hardened by the cold still escaping from him in small waves. He no longer froze everything around him without noticing, at least not like before, but the ground beneath his steps still turned whitish whenever he concentrated too much. Ester said that was progress. Damon said it was humiliating. Aria said it was excellent for preserving food during trips.