Milla had managed to withstand the last strike, but she was not unscathed.
Her body was riddled with abnormal states, her health faltering beneath the weight of Edward's carefully prepared attack. It was not something one could endure easily.
Across the battlefield, Alice heard Milla's sharp voice. She did not hesitate. At once, she turned and fled the scene, retreating from the storm that had threatened to consume her.
Milla had bought her that chance, but the cost was clear.
Even outside the reach of the blizzard, Milla's body was being steadily overtaken by ice.
Her movements slowed, frost crawling across her limbs. The freeze accelerated, locking her into place.
At the final moment, before she was entirely consumed, she managed to send a signal.
"Lord Daniel," she whispered through the psychic link, "I'll trouble you for some help."
Her body froze over completely.
