"Achoo!" Luca rubbed his nose, staring at Sophia, who stood atop the iceberg like a goddess. He said, "Senior, I think we should stop for today. I'm catching a cold from the freezing weather."
"Swoosh!" A sharp ice blade answered him.
Luca shifted slightly, and the blade grazed his nose, slicing through the air before plunging into the sea behind him, sending up a spray of water. Before the water could even settle, it froze into a delicate ice flower.
Just as Luca was about to turn around, a flash of blue light darted across the ice surface, and Sophia was already in front of him.
Her eyes glimmered like water, her ice-blue hair flowing in the wind, sparkling with a faint glow under the sunlight.
At the same time, the ice sword in her hand was brought down forcefully toward his head, gathering frost and radiating immense power.
