Khione stood before the frozen prison.
Then she slowly closed her hand.
The ice tightened.
A final wave of cold passed through the castle.
The Werewolf's presence disappeared.
The battle was over.
Khione lowered her hand.
The enormous Desolate Ice Castle remained standing for a few seconds before gradually dissolving into countless ice particles.
The battlefield returned to normal.
Khione stood alone.
Her white hair settled against her back.
Her frosty blue eyes remained calm.
Another powerful monster had fallen.
And her score continued to rise.
She simply turned away.
Her lips curling upward, she had to hunt more, slaughter more. Well, even though she couldn't surpass him at least she had to be the second, staying behind him.
''I wonder how my Ner, is doing.'' an uncharacteristically possessive words, not that she mind, it's true after all, he is hers and she has no intention to let any vixen take him, he is hers and hers alone.
