Roxus stood in front of the fireplace. Her light robe reflected the light from the blazing warm flames. In her left hand, Roxus carried a sharp fireplace spatula.
"Zuansh," she whispered. The black ashes of the fireplace rose into the air. Roxus, who didn't move at all, stared at the collection of ashes converging into a thin, transparent crystal. Her lavender eyes emitted a faint glow, staring at the array of crystals that continued to expand and formed a transparent snake out of glittering crystals.
The snake was three meters long, but its diameter was only as big as Roxus's ankle. Because it is made of thin scale-like tiny crystals, it is almost invisible to the naked eye. As its scales moved smoothly in another direction that did not reflect light, it seemed to disappear without a trace.
The crystal body slowly crept onto Roxus' arm and wrapped around her shoulder gently. "Bell," Roxus whispered. "Your name is Bell," she said.
