At the moment when the two shadows touched each other.
"Boom!"
Endless gray light erupted from the vortex, and all illusions seemed to vanish.
Snow fell gently from the void sky.
Ronan reached out his hand and gently caught a flake.
On this snowflake, gray flames burned, irregular in shape like paper thoroughly scorched.
It was like....
A small piece of ash, blown gently by the wind.
Ronan carefully examined the snowflake resembling ash, and finally, his eyes revealed a sense of relief and satisfaction.
"Ashen Snow."
.....
"Crash——"
Amid a crimson, blazing space, a hand suddenly emerged from the ever-surging magma, breaking through the scorching molten waves, and then a tall, slender figure slowly walked out step by step.
"Whoosh——"
