As soon as Snow appeared on screen, the entire theater fell silent.
His face, though more mature, still had the same ethereal beauty that had captivated audiences a decade ago. Time had barely touched him—if anything, the slight sharpness in his features made him even more striking.
Whispers rippled through the audience.
"How does he still look the same?"
"It's like he hasn't aged at all…"
But the real shock came when he started acting.
The moment he spoke his first line, his presence devoured the screen. His expressions, the subtle emotions in his eyes, the way he embodied his character—it was mesmerizing.
The critics, who had doubted him just moments ago, found themselves speechless.
"…This… This is real acting," one of them whispered.
As the movie progressed, it became clear that the film itself was… lacking. The plot was weak, the pacing messy, and the supporting cast forgettable. But none of that mattered.
Because Snow Cross was on screen.
Even in a subpar film, his performance alone made it worth watching. His raw talent outshone every flaw, making audiences forget they were watching a mediocre movie.
By the time the credits rolled, many had tears in their eyes—not because of the story, but because they had witnessed the return of a legend.
The critics sat in stunned silence.
"The movie was bad," one of them finally admitted, exhaling slowly. "But I don't care. Seeing him act again… It was worth every second."
The second critic, usually a stoic man, rubbed his eyes and laughed. "Damn it… I didn't expect to cry."
As the theater emptied, fans flooded social media.
#SnowCrossReturns trended worldwide.
No one cared about the film's flaws. They only cared about one thing.
Snow Cross was back.
And this time, nothing would take him away again....
TO BE CONTINUE