Dream Domain: All Fiction, One Thousand Tales of Tragedy! Tale of The Snow That Falls In Summer

When Maeva witnessed the pair of glowing blue eyes, she immediately went on guard and instinctively reached at her side to draw her blade.

"?!" However, Maeva grabbed nothing but air. She remembered that her equipment and weapon had been removed!

Maeva slowly motioned her hand to its original position as her eyes darted around the room in search of something to defend herself with. But, as her gaze swept past the mirror on the table at her side, Maeva suddenly paused. She moved her eyes back to the mirror and stared at it with an expression of disbelief. This person—it was not her!

Maeva's light blonde hair had turned as white as snow. Its length fell well past her shoulders and down to her lower back. Her dazzling silver eyes had become a well-pronounced baby blue, her skin was now a few shades paler, and there was a cold yet beautiful and delicate look to Maeva's face.