Our very own Shizuka.
Always quiet. Always reserved. Always openly lazy.
But let no one be mistaken: she is the Ice Princess of Death!
Now, Shizuka's attained a humanoid form—has been for a while.
Though her ears and tails still poke out defiantly.
She wore a tight black wrap that clung from waist to mid-thigh, and on a top eerily similar to mine. Well, I'm flattered.
She stood about four feet from Glypnir Stone.
Eyes closed.
Not a word.
Just silence thick enough to smother the wind.
Then—she opened her eyes.
SMASHHH!!!
The screeching ring of feeble glass breaking.
"Hoh boy!" Bina exploded, slipping instantly into a half-panicked commentator form.
"What in the world was that?! She didn't even move! But the crystal's already half-damaged!"
As she said—Shizuka hadn't budged.
No gesture. No chant. No visible magic.
Just her cold, gleaming blue eyes opening.