In the outside world, the heavens once again appeared in the sky, searching—as though something had once again disturbed them.
As for Drakion's body at the Dragon Palace, he was surrounded by a bubble of water, protecting and encasing him. But Quinn knew—Drakion was comprehending the Water Law.
He could feel a vast power behind that law. It was not the kind of force one could defy… it was nature itself.
As he was still thinking of this, he felt Drakion's aura shift—and in the next instant, everything turned frosty.
As Drakion delved deeper into the Water Law, he felt something stir again. And when he tried to probe it—
—everything changed.
He found himself standing in a silent sky, eyes closed.
No wind.
No warmth.
Just stillness.
A silence so profound, even the breath of the world seemed to pause.
And in that silence… it arrived.
Not like thunder—loud and declarative.
Not like fire—alive with hunger.
Not like water—fluid, eternal, forgiving.
No.
Ice did not arrive.
