A beautiful woman appeared before Kael, formed from snow and glowing like frost under moonlight. Her long crystal-blue hair shimmered, flowing behind her like a cold waterfall.
Her draconic eyes were sharp and glowing, filled with a strange, ancient sadness. She looked human, but her aura, the sharpness of her nails, the faint scales near her neck, and the icy breath marked her as something far greater—something draconic.
Kael stared at her from head to toe, his body tensing.
"Leonard, it's you, right?" the woman asked, her voice calm but firm.
"I'm not Leonard. I'm Kael," he said, frowning.
"Who? Who are you?" Kael shot back, his voice low with caution.
The woman tilted her head, confused, and then her face turned cold.
The world trembled, and giant ice crystals formed around her, aiming straight at Kael.
"You… why do you carry Leonard's soul signature? Did you kill him? Was it your fault he fell?" she asked, voice now filled with rage.
