When Myria stepped out of the ship, almost everyone seemed to stop breathing.
Her beautiful face, her flowing snow-white hair, her cold eyes, and her authoritative, freezing aura were simply out of this world.
Just standing there, the surrounding Beyonders felt a literal chill sink into their bones. They could not muster the courage to approach her, much less talk to her.
"Heavens above. Just her presence alone is freezing the cosmic energy around us."
"Do not look directly into her eyes, man! You will be frozen from the inside out!"
As for Noir, the moment she saw Myria's face, she knew without a doubt that she had met her ultimate nemesis.
It was an instinctive feeling of two fierce love rivals clashing for dominance, perfectly mirrored by their completely opposite elements of abyssal darkness and absolute ice.
Noir narrowed her ruby eyes. Her usual seductive smile morphed into a dangerous smirk.
