The air around Anastasia grows frigid as ice spreads from her feet, encasing the ground in a shimmering frost. Her eyes glow, irises shifting into intricate snowflake patterns—cold and mesmerizing. Her bodysuit gleams in the moonlight, hugging her form as if it too is crafted from ice, reflecting the chill that surrounds her.
"Blossom of the Frozen Requiem," the catgirl whispers softly.
At her command, millions of icy frost lilies bloom in the air, conjured by that deadly DeathWhizkersz sword technique, each flower spinning like a razor-sharp chakram.
Then, Anastasia's wrist flicks, and the frost lilies spiral toward me, cutting through the air like bladed stars, their speed blinding. The sky is filled with the cold, deadly brilliance of millions of shimmering flowers, and for a fleeting moment, I'm overcome with emotion.
Ahhh…
How I long to see this sight again.
Nostalgia rushes over me, memories of a distant, alternate life flooding my mind.
