Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Eirene shook her head once. "I remember nothing before existence. But I feel… familiarity."
That gave Victor pause.
He studied her briefly—the way she sat so still atop a moving behemoth, unbothered by speed, altitude, or danger. The way her presence felt anchored, as if even reality hesitated to interfere with her.
She wasn't weak.
She had never been weak.
She had simply been consumed.
Eirene lifted one hand, curling her fingers slightly.
Above them, the air vibrated.
Snow clouds began to form, condensed od frost mana.
She conjured multiple and within seconds, snow began to fall. It was gentle at first and then it became heavier, coating the space around them in a controlled storm.
The temperature dropped rapidly.
Gojo let out a satisfied rumble as his wings beat faster.
Victor nodded approvingly. "That should help you maintain speed."
