After Snow Flawless awakened.
The first person she wanted to see was that bad boy who haunted her dreams even in slumber. She knew he missed her. He had called for her over and over, hundreds and thousands of times before her, hoping she would awaken. Deep down, she had also hoped she could immediately open her eyes, glare at him, and warn him not to be so mushy. Yet countless times, no matter how much she wanted to give him even the slightest response, even the tiniest hint, she could not do it.
She did not know how long she had slept in that chaos. Perhaps hundreds or thousands of years had already passed. In any case, it had been such a long, long time.
Had she not known he was always by her side, she would have been worried sick.
In that tranquil slumber bordering on "eternity," Snow Flawless felt she had gained much. Though she could not laugh and talk at his side, she had gained patience, comprehended silence, and transcended longing...
That icy divine power and divine sense which had inexplicably fused with her were transforming and condensing bit by bit. No conscious impetus was needed; they naturally formed in perfect harmony—or rather, gave birth to—a brand-new process of divine power and divine sense that belonged wholly to her. Some of it was knowledge and realms she had once vaguely glimpsed through his advancements, like peering at a leopard through a tube. Much of it was unprecedented new knowledge and new realms utterly beyond imagination. There were even things so mysterious and profound that, even if she exhausted all her wisdom, she could neither comprehend nor fathom them. At some unknown time, they had quietly settled deep within her mind, waiting for her to explore, receive,