The cold of Iceland was no longer a stagnant thing. It had become a projectile. The massive floating continent of frost and diamond-hard stone cut through the atmosphere of the Eternal Sky Realm with the momentum of a falling moon.
On the command throne of Iceland, Bella stood with her hands resting on the hilt of a blade made of condensed absolute zero. Her eyes, sharp and unforgiving as a winter storm, were fixed on the distant shimmering haze that marked the boundary of the Aquabyss Domain.
Beside her, Carla Suarez adjusted the tactical gauntlets on her forearms. The logistics of moving a Floating Island were staggering, but Carla had managed it with the cold efficiency that had made her Bella's right hand for years.
