Silver pupils trembled, reflecting the odd image of the youth within. An entity composed of crystal-clear ice exuded a dangerous aura as it stared down at the silver-eyed youth trapped within its grasp. Feeling his lungs straining from the lack of oxygen, Moulin saw himself within the mirror-like pupils of his doppelganger.
"Ah..." He gasped desperately for air as the icy fingers dug into the skin of his neck, almost drawing blood and crushing his windpipe.
Truthfully, he didn't expect a physical form to confront him. The brief sense of panic had vanished inside him, replaced by the urgent will to survive. Silver eyes glowed, and Moulin swiftly directed mana into his hands, intending to freeze the wrist of his assailant. The frost gathered quickly, turning that clear ice-made hand into white.
The crystal Moulin tilted his head as though in curiosity. He yanked Moulin closer to his face, witnessing the fiery determination in his eyes.
