The mirror reflected a silver light, revealing the breathtaking beauty of the witch girl.
However, this picturesque scene, akin to a perfect oil painting, lasted barely half a breath. The mirror-smooth silver-white metal began to melt into a translucent crimson liquid, dripping from the void and evaporating in the blink of an eye.
"Boom!"
In the distance, intense energy waves accompanied by sudden rising billows of white steam formed a small twisted mushroom cloud.
Amidst the chaos of ice and flames, a beautifully crafted lady's staff, burning fiercely, spun out and was gracefully caught by a slender, fair hand.
The charming and adorable witch girl crinkled her nose, her petal-like lips pouting slightly as she held the staff, muttering, "I hate this chilly feeling..."
Directly ahead, amidst the rolling white waves, Ronan stepped out calmly.
