In the trial space, the darkness that shrouded the snow-covered mountain disappeared... No, it was absorbed.
On top of a lifeless mountain, there was a lone white female figure with long hair from the darkness itself.
Crackle! Crackle!
The figure's snow-white skin was riddled with cracks, from which darkness flowed out.
It was as if her skin, like a shell, was hiding something that was about to burst out. Like an eggshell, the white ice began to crumble and fall off, exposing the pitch darkness.
High in the sky, among the dark clouds, a series of bright purple lights flashed.
She raised her head and opened her black eyes.
A second passed, then two, then three.
The dark clouds parted, and purple lightning flashed, which struck the ground, raising clouds of dark dust.
When the dust cleared, she saw it. The figure of a man made of purple lightning.
The man she knew. The one she was so eager to see. Her husband and the father of her children.
