Liiza was hardly recognizable on that bed of shards. Her cross-legged figure was entirely white, matching the ice around her, and that color didn't stop at her mere skin.
The clothes Liiza wore had frozen, becoming one with her. The same went for her hair, turning her entire figure into an ice statue no different from the mana beasts she had vanquished.
However, Liiza was undoubtedly alive. A cold aura surrounded her figure, seemingly making her exist beyond her mere physical shape. Her energy was also more piercing and invasive than before, lowering the temperature around her, attempting to freeze the air blowing toward her now that the mountains had shattered.
The resemblance to the frozen Nak was uncanny, but differences existed. Liiza had only sealed the alien's existence in space, ignoring its body and leaving it with no aura or agency, cursing it to be a powerless bystander while the world changed around it.
