"...Frost Fox, what exactly is this place? Are you trying to flee from me?"
The voice of the radiant being —shaped like a human made of pure white light— rang out through the grand plaza. It wasn't distinctly male or female, not warm nor cold. It had no tone of anger, nor one of peace. It was just there—direct, absolute. The words didn't echo… they simply arrived in everyone's ears at once, like commands of nature itself. Words so calm, yet so heavy, that breath halted in throats and time seemed to pause.
The sheer pressure radiating from that glowing figure was suffocating, overwhelming. It pressed down like the sky itself had collapsed upon them. There was no mistaking it: this entity had not come in peace. Its presence was like that of a judgment long overdue. Naturally, the entire gathering tensed, hearts pounding, instincts screaming.
