Crystal found herself once again in the frozen wasteland where she had met the impassive Dragon God. She had thought they had grown at least a little bit closer but it became clear to her now as she stood across from the unsmiling God, the progress between them was minimal at best.
She lifted her chin, letting the blindfold fall away completely. Her ice-blue draconic eyes gleamed, the color stark against the stark white of the snow. She had grown accustomed to the power they gave her, the way the world seemed to pause when she looked directly at it. Yet now, across from Eisvir, that confidence faltered slightly.
The Dragon God did not flinch. He did not blink. He did not shift. He did not acknowledge her gaze in any way. His silence was absolute, unyielding, and cold in a way that went beyond the frigid air.
