Lyla's arm trembled slightly as she held her bowstring taut. Then, to everyone's surprise, the massive ice arrow began to shrink.
Before their eyes, it condensed into a normal-sized arrow, its entire shaft glowing with a pale blue light. A cold aura swirled around Lyla, forming a spiraling current of frost.
Slowly, she started to rise.
The force of the icy wind pushed everyone back to the edge of the statue's head.
Ethan watched in awe as Lyla hovered midair, her entire figure radiating pure, crystalline brilliance. She looked like an ice goddess, surrounded by an endless chill.
For a moment, Ethan was completely entranced. She's… beautiful.
"Damn, First Lady, what kind of skill is this? This is insane!" Skyblade shouted, barely managing to pack away his bed before it was blown off the statue.
No one answered him.
They were all too stunned to speak.
Then, Lyla's voice rang out, chilling and commanding.