Trial Of Ice And Determination (Part 1)
Cecilia plummeted through the air, her gaze fixed on the ground far below.
She could already see what awaited her—a blanket of snow, but not like anything she'd ever encountered before. This was no soft, wintery flakes that dusted the streets of Imperial City in December.
No, this was something colder, sharper, almost alien. Her breath hitched as the wind howled around her, but she had no time to prepare for the landing.
She hit the ground with a thud, the cold radiating through her body as she sank a little deeper into the snow.
She gritted her teeth, feeling a shiver run up her spine, but quickly steadied herself. The snow beneath her feet felt different—far more biting, as though it were made of a thousand tiny shards of ice.
The sting of it was immediate and numbing.
With a quick, practiced movement, she drew her sword, the metal gleaming in the dim light filtering through the dark clouds overhead.