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Silver clouds shimmered over a world of eternal frost. As far as the eye could see, there was only ice—frozen rivers and a wind that bit like a blade.
A maiden in silver armor stood overlooking the sea. Six swords drifted around her, suspended in the air. Her face was hidden beneath a deep helm, leaving only her silence.
Suddenly, the swords turned. They struck. Pain surged through every nerve. Gilzenth tried to scream, but not even a finger would move. A searing hatred began to coat his heart like frost.
—Are these Elzenag’s memories?
His consciousness was a blur. He was both asleep and awake, cradled in a terrifying sense of security. The bliss of being near his beloved mixed with a violent rage toward those who had sealed him away.
The three souls—Saroza, Elzenag, and Gilzenth—had merged, their identities bleeding into one another. They were falling together, tumbling down a cliff into the lightless deep.
What was I seeking? What was necessary to fulfill my goal? What was I even doing—?
A part of him wanted to let go. To sleep forever in this unity. Saroza had likely already reached the bottom, lost in the euphoria of being whole. To become part of something so vast was unexpectedly sweet.
But… this was not the harmony Gilzenth had envisioned. This was not the union that would lead the world.
I must guide this world. And now, I have the power to do it.
Slowly, Elzenag opened its eyes. The crystalline blue irises began to stain with ink-black blood, the darkness spreading until the gaze turned into a burning, malevolent crimson.
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