Cold mist still rose from the fallen Frost Ogre's body. From its chest, the ice cracked open—revealing a core shaped like a smoky dark crystal, as if glass had fused with liquid nitrogen. A faint bluish light pulsed from within, each throb like a heart still beating.
Livia bent down slowly, her slender yet powerful fingers digging into the fracture. Crack! The sound of ice shattering echoed with her pull. Effortlessly, she drew the monster's core free—the dim glow flickering as cold vapor streamed from it.
Her steps echoed across the silent ice field. Tap… tap… tap… Sweat gave her body a faint sheen, the thin cloth clinging tighter to her curves. Her smile remained unchanged—wild, dangerous, like a predator savoring its feast.
Nathan swallowed hard. His breath caught, his heartbeat hammering. This wasn't just a battle anymore. The atmosphere was spine-chilling—like he was watching a thriller where the "heroine" looked more like the monster than the savior.
