The sheer, suffocating drop in temperature was instantaneous.
Julian's blinding white eyes locked onto the hollow core inside Zenith's chest, and the B-Rank Calamity Lord completely lost whatever fractured remnants of sanity it had left. The realization that Hide had dared to mock it—had dared to bluff its supreme authority with a cheap, artificial construct—shattered its restraint.
"YOU DARE MOCK A RULER?!" Julian roared, the dual-layered voice tearing through the air with enough concussive force to vibrate the icy dome.
Hide immediately dismissed Zenith. The massive phantom broke into a cloud of violet smoke and retreated into his core. Against a B-Rank powerhouse in an enclosed space, Zenith would be shredded into useless ambient mana in seconds, Hide didn't want to loose his precious Phantom.
