FrostNova had come down with a strange illness.
She had thought her body had endured enough hardship to become numb, that no more problems could possibly arise. Yet she had never expected that her sickness would not come from prolonged suffering, but from sudden comfort.
That ability was hidden deep within the Emperor's bloodline.
Within the environment he created through words, the crystals in FrostNova's body were subdued and even began to slowly recede.
It was like being forcibly placed in the finest intensive care ward. Once she left it, the discomfort was simply unbearable.
"I won't be commanding for a while."
She issued the order expressionlessly, but a sudden worry rose in her heart. She felt she had at least an obligation to give a warning. If one had to trace it back, Yae Shrine was where she had redirected Shang Boliang's attention.
FrostNova owed no one anything.
If the shrine maiden had been exploited, then at the thought that there might no longer be pure ice-blue snowflakes in this world, FrostNova suddenly felt a faint sadness.
It was a very dangerous emotion.
She lay flat on the bed and let the cold wind sweep over her. Rather than closing her eyes to sleep, she watched the hazy snowflakes fall onto her face.
FrostNova's body temperature was extremely low. Snow did not melt when it fell on her, and before long, all that remained was a dull gray mound of snow.
"Hey, hey, hey. Are you dead?"
She did not even need to open her eyes to recognize that venomous voice as W's.
FrostNova had no desire to answer. She even felt that seeing W's face was a form of torture. So, she did not blow away the snow covering her body, instead looking through the grayish layer as