—You were tempered by the coldest blizzard in the mountain
range at the edge since the creation of this world.

—Don't you dare lose to a sheer flame like this!

Perhaps responding to Eugeo's cry—

An abrupt chill came forth, stinging not only his right hand,
holding the grip, but the left hand that supported the pommel as
well. It surely was no hallucination. As proof, the miniature roses
carved upon its guard were being covered in a pure white frost.
The frost turned into thin tendrils, rapidly creeping up the blade,
and dispersing the licking flames.

The phenomenon did not end there. The pure white ice
tendrils stretched out onto even the knight's adjacent fist,
showering frost to dispel the flames wrapped around the coppercolored
armor...

“Nuhh...”

Perhaps due to the impossible chilly sensation, a groan
escaped from the knight. Not missing the instant his opponent's
posture faltered, regardless of how minor it was, Eugeo released
the power he had stored up.

Gyaan! A ear-splitting noise swelled out, the sword swung
down and repulsed the knight's left fist.

(Alicization Rising, 170)