Time trickled by.
Nine Snow Women tucked away their liveliness, standing still like ice sculptures near the ritual site, occasionally turning their heads, with a flash of nervousness and anticipation in their icy crystal-like pupils.
As the sunlight grew increasingly intense, the fluctuations in the Magic Field also reached a peak, then gradually calmed down.
The Snow Women turned around, holding their breath and intently watching as the coiled body of the White Snake slowly unfurled.
From the gaps between its icy white scales, a soft radiance spilled out.
Although it was a time of bright sunshine, the sight of this light still instilled a calm sense of security in one's heart, as if walking in a dark cave for a long time and finally seeing a glimmer of light at the exit, making one eager to approach it.
Then, that light slowly dissipated, and in the center of the array, a girl with jet-black hair stood tall.
