Hyona PoV
Shun flew at me but the melted sculptures rose like a rising tide. The water fell over him and gripped him before retaking the shapes of the spectators, their hands locking around his arms, torso, and greaves in an unbreakable embrace.
The reformed sculptures frozen, locking him in place like a parade of the dead.
He scoffed. "I thought Kira was the snow reaper. Or is this something you Seven Glaciers share?"
"We share an oath, the cold, and a debt to the dead," I replied. "Be it our own loved ones or those who fell to us. And unlike you, we actually carry that weight."
