Aristoria landed on a mountain made of pure ice, and she had never felt so cold before. She could see millions of her reflections in the ice, making her feel trippy because she could see herself everywhere because of the clear ice. She looked down and realized the mountain of ice was formed from millions of ice pieces.
Her fingers felt stiff, her movements began to slow down as her power was being neutralized. She knew the closer she was from the Overlord's core, the less of her remained.
"This feeling reminds me of that time, powerless..." Aristoria remembered a similar situation when she first encountered the Overlord's existence.
Aristoria slid down the ice, her gaze was fixated into the gray clouds where a pair of glowing bright blue eyes were. The eyes were big, a True Dragon's body could fit into one of the eyes. She could imagine how big the Overlord was, perhaps the Overlord's size could be a tenth of Neva's surface or half Earth's size.
