[Eastern Zahryssar — The Frozen Cliffs Beyond Sah'qir — Continuation]
The world remained frozen beneath ancient blue light; no winds moved, no sands fell, and no battle cries echoed from Sah'qir below.
Even the storm itself remained trapped midair, and amidst that impossible silence, Levin stared at the silver-haired man standing before him.
He was still unable to process what he was seeing because of the resemblance—the resemblance was monstrous, not merely similar but uncomfortably identical.
Long silver hair, tanned skin, and sharp royal features. The same overwhelming presence and the same terrifying beauty.
Only the eyes differed.
Silver.
Cold silver eyes that looked less alive and more like moonlight trapped within steel. Levin's breathing remained uneven afterward.
Then finally he asked quietly, "…how did you move?"
