On the ancient, desolate altar, darkness stretched across the surrounding cosmos. As the cool female voice fell silent, the woman seated on the Frozen Throne braced her hands on the armrests and rose. She stared wordlessly at the equally peerless woman standing at the center of the altar, as if waiting for her answer.
A simple white gown outlined her alluring curves. Above its high collar was a face as fair as snow, so beautiful it dazzled the eye—a gift from the heavens, a miracle born in the Far North. She stood quietly, a white star in the darkness.
Snow Empress said nothing. Her clear, sky-blue eyes met the woman's gaze without flinching. Then she saw it, felt it...
In the dark cosmos, stars began to shine one after another, as if alive, spinning and moving in their courses. They were pure ice elements, forming a breathtakingly beautiful sight. The woman merely stood there, yet her pressure crashed down like mountains and seas, like the boundless, glittering cosmos, unstoppable and impossible to escape.
The ice elements in the air grew more and more intense, cheering and dancing as they formed strange, fantastic nebulae. The entire cosmos lay behind her.
Snow Empress stared at the scene in shock, her usually tranquil eyes trembling. This was her power. Even revealing just the tip of the iceberg, it was already so immense that Snow Empress could barely breathe. It even gave her the impression that the woman was stronger than she had been six years ago.
How wonderful it would be if she could possess such power herself...
Memories buried deep in her heart rose like black bubbles from the ocean depths, threatening to break the surface: the fury of her weak, young self, struggling to survive amid ice and snow as humanity