[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Heart Kingdom Outskirts]
[Virelheim Mountain Village]
Those cold blue eyes pierced her very being.
It wasn't a glare. It wasn't even anger.
It was worse.
There was something in those eyes that stripped her down to nothing — that hollow, steady indifference that made Gretel feel as though her soul was being judged and dismissed. It was the same kind of gaze one might give to an insect before deciding whether or not to crush it.
Her breath hitched. It felt as though a weapon had been drawn, resting just beneath her chin, forcing her to stay perfectly still. How could a simple gaze feel so lethal?
She took an involuntary step backward, boots crunching against the debris-strewn dirt.
From her uniform, from that composure and ethereal beauty — Gretel knew who she was looking at.
The Mortifer.
Snow.
A Nil far more experienced. Far more powerful.
