One moment, the air would bite at the skin with sharp intensity; the next, it would soften just enough to feel almost normal.
Ivy stood near the boundary of her base, feeling the shift against her face.
'This… wasn't how it was before.'
In her previous life, the cold had been absolute. Unchanging. Relentless.
But now... Everything was different. Yet, instead of feeling uneasy, Ivy smiled faintly.
"This isn't instability…" she whispered. Her eyes gleamed. "It's possibility."
If the future could fluctuate... Then it could be changed. And that… Was something she had never been given before.
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With renewed focus, Ivy began refining her control.
Now, not only could she slice off a portion of her protective field, but she could also divide it further into smaller segments, precise, controlled, and efficient.
Each fragment could be assigned individually. She started with the people closest to her Her family. Her trusted ones.
