When Xueyao would open her eyes again, she realized the nightmare was just beginning.
For some weird reason, her hands no longer had those terrifying frost bites anymore, the scars she made around her neck were gone but the inscription she was yet to know of on her forehead remained.
Her eyes flickered from staring at her fingers to observing the world around her.
She noticed she was no longer in her house anymore. She was surrounded by thick glaciers with sharp tips reaching for the raging dark sky above her head. Xueyao flinched in horror when the ground she sat on was ice.
Ice.
Xueyao feared what the next level of torture was going to be like.
''Interesting to know you are no stranger to cold in your past life.''
Xueyao looked up to stare at the figure sitting on a shapeless throne so high above the ice you would think it was in a fierce competition with the glaciers on who would be the first to touch the sky.
