C18 Our Throne Is Only Here 1

Shallow gray sky, untainted snowflakes drifting down.

The figure that flew over at high speed arrived a few seconds later with a loud boom, scaring the White Snow Wilderness into fleeing.

The true appearance of the figure was a young girl - her jet black hair that was over her shoulders, dyed two locks of pure white, paired with a pair of ruby headgear. On her beautiful face