As the Ice Belle descended, the golden light that had filled the air began to soften and fade. Her once blinding brilliance turned into a gentle radiance that shimmered like moonlight reflected on calm water. With every passing moment, her form grew smaller, her divine aura folding in upon itself until the overwhelming pressure in the air began to ease. The thick black mist that had once surrounded them trembled at her presence, reluctant to return even as her power receded.
The empress watched in reverent silence, her eyes glistening with both relief and awe. Seraphine stood beside her, speechless, while Nyx, Selene, Lira, and Mirielle clung to one another, barely able to process what they had just witnessed.
Even the Valerion guards...battle-hardened men who had seen death countless times...could do nothing but bow their heads as the divine creature of frost and light approached.
