[The Great World — God Rank Secret Realm.]
The air in the chamber didn't just feel cold; it felt heavy, as if the oxygen itself had been frozen into jagged microscopic shards. At the far end of the hall, upon a throne of jagged, translucent ice that pulsed with a pale blue light, sat a figure of terrifying elegance.
He was a white-skinned Elf, his hair like spun silver and his eyes devoid of pupils—just two orbs of endless, frozen white. He sat with a casual, predatory grace, his fingers idly stroking the thick fur of two massive snow-white bears. The beasts' eyes were the color of a winter sky, fixed hungrily on the three intruders.
"Hmm... What do we have here?" Harrison asked, his voice like the grinding of tectonic plates beneath a glacier. His gaze settled on Lester, who stood at the center of the hall flanked by his two Brides, Nymeria and Madeleine.
"What does an ant like you, Lester... Doing here?" The Elf tilted his head, the movement slow and serpentine.
