'Wait, what's happening? Why am I still on the floor? I need to get up. I need to beat him. I can't fail… not this time.
'Do I even deserve this Inheritance? What good is it if I can't wield it properly?'
Haven attempted to stand, but her body had completely frozen, only her consciousness remained active.
Being an ice wielder offered no protection from the cold. Unlike the predecessors who'd commanded this power effortlessly, she'd always struggled with it. The strength was beyond her capacity.
She lay there in her Protector State, white wings folded protectively around her body, desperately trying to preserve warmth. But the cold was winning, her heart freezing, her bones becoming ice, and her very essence solidifying.
'I don't have time to look pitiful. I will break through this, even if it costs me my life. I have to fight, this is the only way my dreams can be realized.'
