As Akaza stared at the golden eyes, he realized that the golden eyes held no ordinary pupils. A six-branched snowflake turned within each one, its white edges were sharp against the gold. Its smaller branches were divided from the larger ones in perfect symmetry.
Snow raced across the clearing, but none passed in front of those eyes. The blizzard curved around them.
Akaza stared through the gap between his raised arms. The eyes remained perfectly still while snow tore past them, and for a moment, he could not tell whether they were watching him or the entire clearing.
Virella stared upward through the roots shielding the wounded.
"Those eyes..." Her voice tightened. "How large is that thing?"
Ammor followed her gaze. His fingers clenched against the frozen stone beside him as something long and pale shifted through the whiteness.
"That is definitely not an ice statue," he muttered.
