His face had changed. It was sharper, like it had been carved from ice and light. And yet, there was something soft about it too, something that felt distant, like a dream you could never fully hold onto.His face had changed. It was sharper, like it had been carved from ice and light. And yet, there was something soft about it too, something that felt distant, like a dream you could never fully hold onto. bright, snowy white, not the darker shade she remembered. His eyes were different too, no longer the blank grey from their childhood. Each eye had its own color, shining with power.She stared at Azhriel—his His eyes were of different colour, not the blank grey she had watched from her childhood, his hair also didn't match the previous colour.
They were whiter. His face was sharp as a sword yet at the same time so etheral that one could lost themselves in it.
