Chapter 185
The moment Alvera's voice rang through the air, it was like a force of nature had been unleashed.
The very ground trembled beneath their feet. A brutal snowstorm burst forth with a roar, swirling around the battlefield in a terrifying display of power. Icy winds howled through the mountains, whipping up thick curtains of snow and frost that clawed at the cloaks of the Nightstar soldiers.
The very air turned heavy, sharp, and biting, and even the battle-hardened men felt its pressure. It was not just an act of aggression—it was a warning, a message carved in cold and fury: You are not welcome here.
In the eye of this storm stood Mira, her long red hair flowing wildly, her cloak billowing like a banner of flame amid white fury. Yet, she didn't flinch.
Her expression remained composed, her eyes steady. She knew exactly how strong Alvera was, yet she stood her ground.
This calmness unnerved the Ice Elves. They could feel it—Mira wasn't someone who had come unprepared. She wasn't scared because she had something they didn't understand.
Whispers of doubt crept into their minds. Why would a high-ranking officer of Nightstar show up here alone with her team and not strike back? What is she truly after?
Taking a step forward through the swirling snow, Mira raised her voice. "We aren't here to engage. We just want to know if you had a hand in last night's attack." Her voice was firm, unshaken by the chaos around them.
Alvera's cold gaze didn't waver. Her tone was level but sharp as a blade. "Of course not. We are not aware of any attack. We had no part in it." Her response was confident, but the question had struck a nerve.
Mira's eyes didn't leave her. "There was a human involved… someone with greyish hair," she said, her tone more pointed this time.
For a moment, just a flicker, something shifted in Alvera's expression. A chill passed through her heart, but she held her composure. The court and soldiers were watching. She couldn't afford a crack in her stance.
Mira tilted her head slightly, watching. "Have you seen anyone with grey hair?" she asked again, each word spaced and clear, like a blade being slowly unsheathed.