The Demon Beneath the Frozen Sky
In the sky, Selena looked at the massive black serpent swimming above the battlefield and smiled faintly.
"So… the so-called genius's strongest Sacred Art is only Earth-grade…"
Her voice was soft.
There was no ridicule in it.
No arrogance either.
Only realization.
The cold wind swept across the sky, causing her silver-white hair to dance behind her while her blue eyes quietly reflected the enormous serpent twisting through the clouds above.
And for some reason—
Her thoughts drifted elsewhere.
Back to Amethyst Summit Division.
Back to those endless nights beneath the silent moon.
The mountain winds had always been cold there.
Cold enough to sting the skin.
Yet somehow, she had never hated them.
Because every time she trained beneath that moonlit sky… there had always been someone standing beside her.
Leon.
