The beasts—those monstrous ants in front of him were frozen solid, transformed into trophies forged from ice. Not a one had time for last wishes, nor could they manage a dying screech for backup. If these monsters had family, that family would never know what happened.
Suddenly a figure walked in from the mist that had grown thick enough to hide everything within the expanse.
As she drew closer, the fog seemed to peel away at her command, revealing a woman who walked not with hesitation but with sovereign authority and a fanged sort of dread. Step after step, she approached her collection of ice-sculpted monsters.
Sezel, hiding, was awe-struck by her beauty, a queen perhaps, that's what he thought. Her curves were unnatural, perfectly highlighted by the tight red outfit that radiated a power and nobility that put courtly legends to shame.
*And those big melons are other... no no no no, remember she is dangerous.*
