The female figure made of ice glared fixedly at Lancelot, her eyes burning with a pale blue flame of ice, her expression angry and twisted. Coupled with the terrifying crack on her forehead, she looked both eerie and fearsome.
Though only an avatar had descended here, the avatar shared the same knowledge, memories, and personality as the original—it was essentially indistinguishable from the original, except in strength, though the avatar itself was unaware of this difference. She had expected that her opponent would kneel before her majesty, begging for mercy, and even if resistance occurred, it should have been easily overcome, followed by an exceptionally cruel torment, ultimately leading to submission to her will.
