Khione's eyes narrowed, the frost in her gaze intensifying. Her disgust had long since burned away, replaced by a storm of cold, seething hatred blooming silently in her chest. This thing—this vile corruption of existence—wasn't simply an enemy to defeat.
It needed to be erased.
Sealed.
Banished from the world like a malignant curse.
No words left her lips. Only her aura answered. It rose like a glacial tide, silent and merciless, spreading outward in waves of numbing chill. The ground beneath her frosted over, white tendrils of ice curling across blackened, melting earth, defying the abomination's scorching presence.
"This fight will not be easy."
Khione clenched her teeth, her gaze never leaving the grotesque creature ahead.
"He's stronger than me. Nearing the advanced stage of the Red Knight level... and worse, his element is my opposite. If I want to win—no, survive—I must give it everything I have."
