A pair of blueberry eyes blinked.
Iris turned, finding herself standing in front of a Sword Goddess Statue.
'So that's how losing a life felt…' she mused, looking down at her body.
Being buried alive was certainly uncomfortable.
She could only imagine how traumatizing it would be should it happen to her in Neo-Earth.
Thanks to one's sensitivity to pain being drastically reduced in the Myriad Sword Realm, she didn't have to shudder when remembering the experience, leaving her wits intact.
She was able to check her inventory just a few seconds after respawning.
A rare smile graced Iris' face at the rewards she had obtained, heart racing, hands shaking.
The disbelieving, once-horrified gazes she had unknowingly been on the receiving end of had turned suddenly dreamy.
The novice bladeborns who were fortunate enough to witness the cold Snowflower smile certainly had stories to tell their friends today.
