The wind howled violently as Alice's snow-white hair billowed wildly, whipping behind her like an untamed storm, yet she paid no mind to the chaos surrounding her. Her icy eyes glowed with an unnatural frost, and the sword in her grip pulsed with cold energy, a frigid aura seeping into the very air around her. The moment she finished tying her hair back, the battlefield seemed to hold its breath—as if even the raging Gorvaks sensed the change.
Then, in a single heartbeat, she vanished.
No—she didn't disappear. She was simply too fast.
A streak of silver and white tore through the battlefield like a ghostly specter. The only evidence of her presence was the chilling wave of frost left in her wake, and the Gorvaks that stood in her path suddenly found themselves frozen mid-motion, their monstrous forms locked in thick ice. Before they could even process what had happened, their bodies shattered into countless shards as she moved past them.
