"So cold."
Rosmontis did not know how to describe what she had seen. She had not seen it with her eyes, but felt it with her heart. Her psychic power condensed into an invisible hand and gently reached out to touch FrostNova. It recoiled almost the instant it made contact, yet Rosmontis had felt that icy chill.
She did not know how to describe it.
Rosmontis felt that, compared to Pramanix, FrostNova was more like a holy maiden of the snowy mountains, a flower blooming atop a lofty peak. Just one glance made her feel as though her eyes would freeze over.
"The Yetis?"
The ghosts that roamed the Ursus wilderness, legends adrift upon the battlefield. Biyin had originally thought they were fabricated tales passed around and distorted on the battlefield. Were they actually real?
"So it's that fairy tale." Biyin leaned close to Rosmontis's ear and softly reminded her, "Defying oppression, swallowing suffering... The serfs and miners over there have turned the Yeti legends into ballads. I thought you'd be interested, Captain."
"You know a lot about fairy tales, Biyin."
"Well... I've heard a lot, so I know a lot. Over time, it just became a habit."
Biyin looked a little embarrassed and said, somewhat evasively:
"Don't mind the details!"
FrostNova was the sort of person no one knew personally, yet whose legends were sung across the world. Rhodes Island welcomed people like that, but due to her physical condition, FrostNova had always kept her distance from crowds. She could only obediently stand off to the side, inside the little circle Hoshino had drawn.
"So, why did you come here?"
Rosmontis could not be bothered to read the shrine maiden's thoughts. On one hand, it was extremely rude. On the other, she had done it once before, only to