"Where is he...?"
Su Yiran hovered above the crater, cloaked in silence, wind tangling the long strands of her snow-white hair into elegant knots of unrest.
Frost still rained from the sky.
Below, only silence.
A volcanic crater silenced, a battlefield turned frozen.
Her eyes narrowed into twin crescent slits of glacial blue, blurred by an emotion she couldn't control.
"He should be frozen… he should be dead..."
But she wasn't sure.
And that... infuriated her.
She faced south.
Again.
And again.
Each time her body tried to move, her heart whispered: "Check once more."
"You're not worried," she told herself. "You're confirming a kill. Nothing else."
Then why the fuck were her fingers trembling?
Her grip tightened.
Snowflakes melted on her knuckles.
Her teeth sunk lightly into her own lip, plump and painted with crimson gloss still unmarred by battle.
Not from pain.
From guilt.
"There were others down there..."
She drowned the world in frost.
