Hearing that Princess Eira and Prince Fenris wasted no more time in activating their soul brands as well.
|Eternal Mirror Apostate|
Above her head a perfect circle of pale-blue ice bloomed like a frozen halo, and the darkness itself screamed
Hundreds—no, thousands—of rifts tore open in the void. From each stepped an Eira: some younger, some blood-drenched, some still wearing the ceremonial gowns of long-forgotten coronations.
Every reflection that had ever captured her image across four thousand years now walked free, blades of glacial moonlight already raised.
This was her myth made flesh: the princess who was never truly there.
|Worldfreeze Heart|
Above Prince Fenris, a heart of pure black ice materialised—larger than a sky-island, almost invisible in Vaeloria's starless night.
BADUMP.
The first beat rolled out like the death knell of a dying star. Frost crawled across the darkness itself, turning the void brittle.
BADUMP.
