Zion was kneeling.
His arms trembled. His body was bruised. Blood dripped from the corner of his lips, staining the frostbitten platform below him.
He looked up. Fiona stood tall in the center of her Cryo Domain, unbothered, her Titan Form—Chione—hovering behind her like an empress carved from glacial purity.
Zion tried to stand, only to fall again.
A soft scoff escaped her lips. "So this is it," she said, coldly. "Are you going to give up? Just like every other time we fought?"
