Lira, Nyx, Selene, and Mirielle had gathered nearby, their faces still carrying awe from the battle and the divine encounter they had just witnessed. Each of them was drawn...almost unconsciously...toward the radiant being in Lucas's hands. The Ice Belle shifted slightly, opening her luminous eyes that shone like twin shards of blue crystal. Her wings fluttered faintly, scattering frost that sparkled like stardust in the air.
"She's so beautiful…" Selene whispered, her voice soft with wonder.
Nyx, who usually hid her emotions behind calm composure, reached out hesitantly. "She doesn't feel cold," she murmured. "Even though she's made of ice."
Mirielle leaned in, smiling faintly. "It's like she's alive with light."
Lira, unable to resist, brushed a strand of hair from her face and added with quiet amazement, "I can feel her Qi… it's vast."
Lucas chuckled softly, their reactions pulling a faint warmth into his heart. "Go on," he said, holding out his hands. "You can hold her."
