Return (1)
Lin Xinyao, witnessing Chun Yue's escape, could only watch in silence. Her eyes, reflecting the fading glow of the blue moon, held a mixture of surprise and understanding. She had sensed the shift in power, the sudden intrusion of a force that did not belong to this realm. It was a power she could not follow, a path she could not pursue.
With Chun Yue gone, Lin Xinyao turned her attention to the frozen form of Fang Chen. He stood encased in ice, a statue of a fallen god, his roar of defiance silenced, his divine energy extinguished. He was no longer a threat, his power utterly nullified by the absolute cold.
Lin Xinyao raised her hand, her fingers gracefully outstretched. The ice around Fang Chen began to vibrate, resonating with the lunar energy that permeated the space. The blue moon behind her pulsed once more, its ethereal blue light focusing on the frozen figure.
CRACKLE!