The once peaceful and quiet Starbrooke Castle got overwhelmed with sudden chaos.
"Out of my way!" Arnold bellowed and blasted the gate with his sheer power of ice as he carried the lifeless daughter of his by the arms.
From his embrace, had a tinge of blood as a few of her skin went jagged, and pricked on his skin, but he couldn't care less after all that had happened recently.
Mystique was beyond pale, and her face now had large crevices, a little gap found after tiny specks of dust came down from it.
Almost more than half of her body somehow become no different from a frozen gemstone, and the ones around it—which happened to be her alabaster skin—are also on the verge of transmutation.
She was no different from the brink of broken glass.
His eyes become bloodshot, on his feet cast a frozen trail of ice, sliding towards the entrance of his castle.
