In the vast expanse of ice and snow, there was a place that was slowly collapsing.
Minute ice and snow started to melt into water, flowing with a murmur towards the sunken bottom.
Then suddenly, a fair and delicate arm burst forth from the hollow, surrounded by serpentine flames that roamed willfully through the ice and snow around it, swiftly melting and loosening them.
Medea clawed her way out of the snowdrift, gasping for air as if she had not yet come to her senses from the Heavenly Disaster.
Afterward, her throat involuntarily moved, emitting a sound of complex and indescribable emotion.
"Uhh..."
Her tears streamed from her eyes, rapidly evaporating in the flames.
However, the woman quickly extracted herself from her sorrow and started to frenziedly dig through the ice and snow.
Even if he were dead, she at least wanted to see his body.
