- Hwaruk, Hwaruk!
That flame.
Lee Ha-yool's fear was too strong.
No matter how much he was an incarnation, his output was not free, and he could not escape the restrictions of the Tower Lord of this world due to his forced descent.
He was able to compete with the power of the cold, and even seemed to be overwhelming.
That output continued at a speed.
It was hard to chase the rushing attack that released the fear. If you were late to recognize it, your entire body was torn apart and pierced.
