[: Daniel POV :]
Defeating the Ice Saint was both a triumphant and bittersweet moment for Bella.
She couldn't help but feel a surge of pride in her victory, proving herself against her mother's spirit.
However, a sense of longing washed over her as she stared at the fading essence of the Ice Saint.
There were countless things she wished she could say to her mother, words left unspoken for far too long.
Bella yearned to share her joy and newfound strength, to recount the stories she'd bottled up inside, and to convey how much her father misses her.
If only she could have that chance, she would express it all with a proud, heartfelt smile.
But the cruel truth was that she couldn't.
The emotional weight of this unspoken yearning lingered in her heart, leaving Bella with a mixture of emotions she couldn't express.
"Mother..."
Bella's legs gave way, and she sank to the floor, tears streaming down her face.
