At this moment.
Crystal Winslow's originally ice-blue long hair had completely turned silver-white, her aura climbing step by step from Commander Tier One straight to the peak.
Life Burning!
The Winslow Family's bloodline talent.
A life sacrificed as a price, striving for a sliver of hope in this doomed battle.
She slowly opened her eyes, in the frost-white pupils was a gentle lingering attachment.
It was an attachment to this world.
Moreover...
The sorrow of never being able to see that person again.
Her delicate hand gently raised, the Ebon-Frost Ice Phoenix unfurled its wings amidst surging spiritual power, and in an instant blocked half the battlefield.
Crystal Winslow lightly leaped onto the Ice Phoenix's head, her silver hair dancing with the flying snow.
At this moment—
She resembled a goddess commanding the winter.
"Su-su!"
The snow fell silently.
