Chapter 316: Heart

"This… witchcraft."

"It's a Skill."

A burning chill. That's what Vanya felt as she placed her hand on the mass of ice that presented itself to them. It was hard not to notice, after all. From the embers that emerged from their every step, it was expected that the undergrounds of Muspelheim would be even harsher.

She wondered why it was so cold, but it turns out that there was a massive block of ice right in the center of the dungeon, most probably summoned by the woman that was lying quietly within its freezing confines.

She looked serene, peaceful even. The only imperfection that one could see was the hint of red that froze like a mist on her torso, as well as the dagger that was lodged straight through her heart.

"...What happened to her?" Vanya then gently removed her hand from the ice, turning her focus towards Gerald whose eyes only reflected the warmth of Xinyan's face.