Riona winced as she tried to stretch her muscles, feeling like she'd been used as a chew toy in a werewolf playdate. With a groan, she replayed the last moments in her mind.
What was it? Right. She was sparring with Lisbeth. She tried to be benevolent, allowing the princess to catch a breath, but the princess used that kindness to turn her into an ice sculpture.
The blue ice advanced towards Riona. Before she could counterattack or avoid it, the ice had already gotten to her. She panicked and struggled to escape, but it was futile.
Inside the icy prison, her memories were fractured. She was lost between consciousness and unconsciousness.
It felt like there was a creature inside her, itching to burst out and lead its own monstrous life.
Finally, she managed a feeble attempt to move. "Ngh…"
