(Glacia: I was born a slave. Had to fight my whole life just to get a piece of bread that would last me for months. Crazy.Well, eventually I got my chance. In order to improve my family's life, I started fighting in the arena. Turns out, I was good at killing people. Before I knew it, I had pulled my family out of misery. I thought that would be it. Finally free.But my parents had other plans. They forced me to keep fighting so they could increase their wealth and influence. And I obeyed. I mean—they were my parents! I had no choice!Time passed, and then I'd had enough. I rebelled. Of course, my parents weren't pleased. They blamed me for everything that had ever gone wrong in their lives. But they knew they couldn't beat me head-on. So they found another way—they tricked me. And before I knew it, I was behind bars again.I don't have to tell you about illegal prison fights. That's where I ended up. Once more, I was forced to fight for survival. I came to hate it—but it was the only way. I fought and fought, lost track of time… and eventually, I made it out.When I returned, my family had lost everything. My siblings had died. Only the newborn of my parents had survived. And the fighting resumed. But this time, it was on my terms.Naturally, my parents didn't like that. They threatened to sell my little sister if I didn't earn enough money. Somehow, they discovered my plan to escape with her. They used their remaining wealth to buy a fighter—one they no longer needed.Because their hatred for me had grown so deep, they ordered him to kill me. It was a bitter fight. And during it... I killed my parents and destroyed everything.But I found out my sister had already been sold.I set out to find her. Someone told me she'd been sold into slavery. With my power, I could've stormed in and taken her by force—but I needed intel. And I got it the only way I knew how: by fighting.When I finally tracked down the person who had her, I learned she was already dead. And the wounds on her body told me everything I needed to know.They'd used her.I lost control and destroyed everything—truly everything. It took the arrival of other Nobles to finally restrain me.When I met the king, I had two choices: fight for him... or die by his hand.I chose to die.But the king had other plans. He threw me into prison. That's when I learned humans on this side were helping demons and angels cross over.I escaped—hoping to finally be free. I didn't intend to come here to kill. No. I just wanted peace.And what did I get?Exactly—trapped again. Forced to fight. Again.It never ends.Never. Never. Nev)—
"I'll make it stop then."
Nade stepped forward, voice firm.
"My story isn't as tragic as yours. But I know what it feels like—to be forced, to have your freedom ripped away, to be reduced to a tool.Glacia, I understand you better now.We don't have much time. You said it yourself.So… will you fight one last time? Not for someone. But with someone?We are bound by soul.You know the state of my body—I don't have long. And I can feel our souls slowly merging.I think that's their plan. They need your soul. So they're fusing ours together so you can't escape.But there's still a chance. If we get out of here—if we defeat the enemy—we can force Temphael to undo it.Then you'll be free.Of me.So I ask again—will you fight with me?"
Nade's lips curved into a grin. But the voice that came from him had changed—higher, feminine.
"You're a funny one," Glacia's voice rang through him."Then let's do it. I'll show them why they call me the Ice Queen!"