A vast white plain was shining under blinding sunlight. It seemed deceptively endless, devoid of any features. No living thing was moving across its surface, and none would dare to.
Changing Star of the Immortal Flame Clan was kneeling on that plain. She had been kneeling there for three days without moving a muscle, and even her right hand was frozen in the air, holding the hilt of a silvery sword. Its blade was like a radiant mirror reflecting a boundless white void.
Her impassive face was showing signs of fatigue, but her beautiful grey eyes were cold and sharp, full of indomitable resolve that bordered on obsession.
Her silver hair was moving slightly in the wind.
"Lady N—ephis… the wind…"
Staying still like a statue, she spoke without looking back:
"I know. Stay strong."
There were a few moments of silence, and then another voice spoke:
"I… don't know how much longer I can endure."
