The iceberg, like a hand with five fingers spread wide, descended from the heavens. The water vapor, frozen at extreme velocity, was impeccably pure; beneath the brilliant, piercing moonlight, it shifted from pure white at its core to an enchanting, crystalline pale blue at its edges.
It was a blue glow reflected under a silvery light, with faint, dissipating cold mist refracting a rainbow-like effect—a beauty that seemed not of this world.
Yet, to the Li Dragon beneath the glacier, this felt as if someone were pressing a hundred-foot-wide, ten-foot-tall dragon-slaying spear against its spine. The chill pierced to the marrow.
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