In the vast snowy platform, a tall and sturdy figure stood silently.
Silver metal flowed over his body, covering the contours of his near-perfect, muscular physique, his long hair subtly shifting from dark blue to a resplendent white.
The snake scales on his cheeks and neck disappeared, revealing the patterns of the Seal once again.
It was still that same young and handsome boy, his face unchanged, calm as ever, but now there was an added hint of enchanting nobility between his brows, as if he were the heir of some ancient noble family.
At the boy's feet lay Igor, battered and bruised.
His limbs were twisted, lying on the ground, facing upwards, his mouth slightly agape, his eyes hollow and dim with a fading golden-orange hue, seemingly filled with confusion and helplessness—
Who am I? Where am I? What... did I just go through?
"Uh..."
The deathly silence of the Mirror Lake was finally broken by a soft sigh, originating from an unknown source.
