Within the frozen structure, Jacob returned to being the Deathless Prince, as he couldn't remain in his real appearance for too long. It was too risky even if he was within a cosmic galaxy.
Furthermore, now that he had revealed his true form, every second mattered as Jacob's silhouette glided through the crystalline stillness, the frost beneath his feet shattering with faint, melodic cracks.
The world around him was a mausoleum of ice, each shadow, each ripple of darkness sealed into a sculpture of frost. His hollow gaze, calm and depthless, locked on the massive Dark Throne, where the Grand Duke now stood, frozen in the instant before flight.
The scene was almost ironic. The once-imposing Dark Grand Duke of the Dark Kingdom, whose presence could make every Dark Noble tremble, was now a perfect sculpture of translucent black ice.
