Snowflakes are crystalline shapes with six branches, as light as nothing, and it takes ten thousand snowflakes to weigh one gram.
My heart weighs 250 grams, so to fill every chamber of my heart, I need 2.5 million snowflakes.
Or, a single tear from you.
When my heart is filled with ice and snow, it will push four kilograms of fresh blood heavily to every inch of my body, giving me the strength to lift you, embrace you, and love you.
Dialan, I am so sorry. I gave you the best aptitude, the highest bloodline, yet without your consent, I imposed this cruel mission upon a child like you. You should have enjoyed a life of decadence and luxury.
But I turned you into a warrior, a lonely, aloof holy army. You bear the lofty ideals to fight against the worst bandits in this world—the Secret Society—to the end.
I took away your emotions and love, armed your mind with steel and fire.
I transformed your flesh and bones, embellishing your presence with magic and violence.
