"Who are you?" the patriarch of the Ghost Master Clan demanded loudly, surprised to see the delicate figure appearing from the icy light. When he realized that she had her eyes locked on the forbidden item, the patriarch wrapped his hands tightly around it. The aura that emitted from the figure felt somehow strange and unfathomable. It looked human, but had the aura of the spiritual race being.
Staring at the patriarch, the figure replied defiantly, "You are not qualified to know who I am."
The elders and other members of the Ghost Master Clan quickly surrounded the delicate figure, all staring at her.
"How dare you break into the territory of our Ghost Master Clan! Leave now!" the patriarch barked fiercely as he waved his hand to dismiss the figure. He was a bit intimidated by the sudden appearance of this stranger as the aura she was emitting was nothing he had seen before.
The figure sneered and casually waved her hand. All of a sudden, the forbidden item rose from the patriarch's hand and hung in the air above them.
"Let me show you ignorant folks how to use the Heavenly Ice Soul." She pointed her finger at the forbidden item, and soon, the item started to grow larger and larger.
The members of the Ghost Master Clan watched as the Heavenly Ice Soul grew bigger till it was the size of a huge iceberg.
With another wave of her hand, the figure let the gigantic iceberg fall to the ground.
With a loud boom, the iceberg crashed and ice dust covered the entire place. With no time to escape, many members of the Ghost Master Clan were crushed under the weight of the large iceberg.
The others in the sidelines widened their eyes in horror. They turned to the delicate figure, but the look in their eyes had changed into that of utter fear, as if they were looking at a monster.
As they watched in shocked silence, the iceberg returned to its original form and slowly glided to the open palm of the delicate figu
ask on the man's face; fear enveloped him. His tears stopped, and the boy slowly got up from the ground on his own.
"Good. That's my son." Rocky's eyes narrowed. A trace of fatherly pride flashed across his cold eyes.
Nigel recognized his father. He couldn't help but pounce towards him. However, Rocky took a step back, and Nigel staggered once again.
"Nigel! Where are you? Nigel..." An anxious voice came from the other end of the garden.
Isis approached them quickly.
When she saw Nigel with the stranger, she ran towards him in a hurry.
"Who are you? What are you trying to do to my boy?" she asked, as she placed herself between her son and the stranger.
But when she looked into his eyes through the Holy Mask, Isis was stunned. She trembled. "Basil, is that you?"
Rocky's eyes turned cold. He should have left before Isis had appeared, but he stayed.
"Basil..." Isis was sure that the man in front of her was Rocky. She stepped forward, extending her arms towards him.
"Stay away from me!" A powerful evil aura rose from Rocky.
Isis stopped and looked at him in astonishment. She couldn't believe that the man she loved so much would be so hostile to her. She felt like a thousand needles had pierced her heart.
"I'm not who you think I am," Rocky said coldly.