The snow continued to fall without any visible change, as if that world had forgotten the concept of the passage of time. Damon walked beside Xue Lian across the white, seemingly endless surface, watching the small currents of wind lift frozen crystals that danced through the air before disappearing again. The more time he spent beside her, the harder it became to fit her into any logical category. She was too powerful to seem like an ordinary human, too calm for someone clearly on the verge of death, and strangely casual for someone who had just informed him that he would probably die soon.
The most irritating thing was that she seemed perfectly comfortable with all of this.
