In the heart of the Aurora Empire, where snowflakes flowed upward from the bloodied ground to the sky as though gravity reversed, they drifted and spiralled around an unseen centre. Amid that impossible snowfall, a brilliant white radiance unfurled, taking shape like a ribbon of living light suspended in the void.
Ssshhh~Sshhh~Sssshhh~
Aether hovered within that frozen storm, spear clasped firmly in his grasp as he turned through the air with deliberate precision. The spear tip blazed with pure white flames, and those flames streamed outward like silk ribbons tethered to steel, bending and curving with every controlled motion of his wrist.
Each rotation of his body guided the spear in arcs so elegant and disciplined that it felt less like combat and more like artistry. The air itself seemed to serve as his canvas, the flames leaving luminous trails that lingered just long enough to form meaning.
