Chapter 135 Echoes of Frozen Time

The crystalline longsword in Rhea's hand shimmered and morphed back into a pair of daggers.

Rhea wasn't comfortable wielding a longsword. Daggers just felt more natural in her grip.

With both daggers drawn and cold intent blazing in her eyes, she lunged forward, showing no mercy.

In the thin mist, Rhea, hood pulled low, moved like a wraith come to claim souls.

The effect of her "Ride the Wind" ski