"I call this sword as 'Dragon's Steel Iceblade.' The sword has been with me the day I was born."
Leo brought out his sword. "This is 'Death's Sword' a pretty simple name."
Blasphemy stared at the sword Leo was holding. "Death usually wields a scythe..."
"I transformed the scythe into a sword. I'm not quite use to scythes, that's why."
The humid, hot temperature in the area began to turn into a cold one. Ice shards started enveloping Blasphemy's sword.
"Have you seen or touch an ice that could burn?"
"I haven't... Are you saying that your sword's ice does the thing?"
If so, why is the temperature around them changed into a cold one. Soon, Leo realized that a cold fog has been floating around the area where they are.
"What's happening?! I can't see them. And, what's with this cold sm
