Even though it was the height of summer, the venue was as cold as winter, giving the audience a taste of the true winter festival season.
Perceiving that something was amiss, Sevia La broke free from the golden cocoon ahead of time. Her pale golden, transparent wings fluttered behind her, slicing through space like a flash of lightning, her sword, not yet fully formed, swung, but upon touching Tilan, it turned into shattered snowflakes and scattered.
After the unsuccessful strike, Sevia La swiftly retreated to dodge the ice blade that brushed past her, and then two rose thorn swords burgeoned between her hands like unfolding petals.
This time, it would not be so easy. Sevia La's eyes flashed with golden light as her pupils narrowed, locking onto Tilan's position, she surged forth once more.
