Kryssia entered the grand hall of the palace with firm steps, her dark blue cloak flowing behind her as she crossed the immense space of golden marble. The guards at the entrance hesitated upon seeing her, but they did not dare stop her. After all, she was the strongest human in the Empire—what could they do? She killed merely with the chilling aura of her body.
They couldn't even stop someone who froze everything around her when she was nervous… and, well, they had heard what happened to the royal guards of the Crown Prince… All of them had turned into statues of true ice, ice so strong it could never thaw.
Her gaze was fixed on the man sitting on the throne, the Emperor, Aldric III...
The sovereign, a man with harsh features and eyes as cold as ice, raised an eyebrow as he watched her approach. He was surrounded by counselors and elite guards, but Kryssia did not care. Her objective was clear, and she wouldn't leave without answers.
