I Became the Youngest Disciple of the Martial God

I turned my attention back to the puppet.

It had definitely been frozen solid, so how the hell had it broken out of the ice?

My eyes drifted to the shards of ice scattered across the floor. I only noticed now that they were mixed with pieces of the puppet’s outer layer. Then I looked up at the doll again.

...It's smaller.

It must have smashed out of its own shell to forcibly break free from its frozen state.

That meant that using Sellen’s cold ki to freeze it and rushing upstairs wouldn’t work.

Now what...?

I racked my brain as I ran down the hall.

The clock was ticking, which was a problem. Twelve hours was not a lot of time in this situation.