Sofia raised the empty wine glass in front of her. In a daze, the glass touched her lips, and she felt a chill from the empty cup.
She was slightly bewildered, catching sight of the empty glass from the corner of her eye.
Silence, the air seemed to freeze.
Sif dared not breathe loudly; she wasn't quite sure what Sofia was thinking, but she knew Sofia's mental state wasn't right.
Saying anything at this moment would be wrong and could potentially anger this capricious, icy woman.
Though she no longer walked the path of Frosty Winter, her cold personality remained unchanged.
Sofia stared at the empty glass, countless memories surfacing in her mind.
Perhaps because she had lost most of her power, her demeanor had softened somewhat recently.
Somehow reminiscent of her time in the Prudon Kingdom.
Innocent and fond of dreaming, weak and unable to control her fate.
Just as Sif was contemplating whether to say something, a flash of insight hit Sofia.
