"Blossom of the Frozen Requiem… It's a skill that delivers deadly cuts that tear apart enemies, but to the ones we love, it is a gentle kiss." – that was what Anastasia told me, the first time we met in front of the Grand Tower and before my trial.
And that was what really captivated me.
Indeed, just as she said.
The first petal of Bella's sword skill that reaches me just breezes through me like a cool wisp of wind. The second, the third also do exactly the same. It's like my body isn't even there. It's as though the petals themselves have a will of their own—refusing to harm me. Rejecting the very idea of doing so.
Yet, all around me, the training ground isn't so lucky. The earth is shredded, the stone floors slashed to ribbons, bearing thousands of tiny cuts from the devastating power of Blossom of the Frozen Requiem. Everything is destroyed, reduced to rubble... except me.
The person the spell was meant to kill remains untouched.
