The figure on the outcropping was as large as one of the mountains outside and the silver haired man wondered how she managed to get in with such a huge form.

The white snow rested over her translucent body and the fragments of the icy water that dripped from above onto her back had also frozen over.

The form wasn’t exactly that of a human’s as the silver haired man had assumed while going into hibernation but the natural and powerful form that could make any other species fall to their knees and keep their heads down.

It was a sleeping Dragon.

The Dragon who didn’t even look like it had a body that one would imagine. The body that looked like it was carved out of pure ice, finely crafted scales and the body parts that made it look as if a huge glacier was placed on the outcropping. It didn’t even look like it was moving as she breathed but as the heavy and crushing presence waves were going in and out of the cavern it was obvious that her mana was circulating within her normally.

The silver haired man looked once at his familiar before his bare feet lifted off the icy ground and he flew atop the sleeping translucent ice Dragon before he created a controlled tornado inside the cavern. The tornado ripped off the jagged edges of rocks and flew them all the way to the sleeping Dragon hitting the body like pellets.

"Wake up, Isyrrha! It’s time to rise and shine!" He shouted over the roaring wind.

The jagged rocks hit the excess ice formed over the Dragon’s body and the cracks started forming all around the well iced over body.

One prominent crack appeared on the surface of what looked like the face of the Dragon before an overwhelming force rippled across the cavern.

It stopped the wind and froze over every surface which was rocky including the silver haired man who was floating above.

The ice glacier moved and the excess ice shattered and fell off revealing a beautiful Ice Dragon.

Her eyes opened.

They were clear and colorless, like solid ice seen from above—no blue, no white, no glow. Light passed through them without reflection, leaving nothing to cling to. At their center lay thin, crystalline slits instead of pupils, sharp and unmoving, as though carved rather than born.

Her maw tightened and her brows furrowed in annoyance as she breathed out a gust of smoke from her nostrils and mouth.

The sound of ice cracking reverberated above her and her head tilted back looking at the figure who smiled triumphantly.

"Good morrow, Isyrrha." He smiled with the hint of mischief in his eyes making her eyes seem like they were icy daggers ready to impale him.

Her mouth open and a strong feminine voice made the cavern shudder.

"Caelthir!"

The silver haired man aka Caelthir chuckled, "Yes, it’s me-"

Before he could finish a huge icicle was shot at him. Caelthir drifted away as numerous such icicles materialised from thin air and aimed for him but because of his dodging they all got embedded into the walls of the cavern.

"Hey, now, why are you so angry? I came to wake up as we had promised when the time would come." He spoke as he placed his hands at his back avoiding all the icicles.

"Is this a way to wake someone?!" Isyrrha demanded making the cavern and the whole mountain shudder.

Caelthir dodged one huge icicle but failed to see the other one that was shot right in the place where he had turned to dodge it but the icicle instead of impaling him went through his body as if it had passed through mist.

Caelthir’s form rippled like a mirage before he steadied and Isyrrha stopped her attack, but still angry.

"Now, now, don’t get it twisted, I was only keeping our promise, you told me to wake you when the candidate is at the point that we could go and inspect her." He defended as he slowly landed at the entrance of the cavern.

The Frost Dragon remained motionless for a moment longer, irritation faintly etched into her vast, icy form. Then her clear eyelids slid shut. She drew a slow, measured breath—and pure white mist poured from her body, swallowing the outcropping whole.

Caelthir did not look down as the massive form dissolved.

He looked up.

A figure descended through the thinning frost and landed beside him without a sound.

She wore a flowing dress shaped like a hanfu, its lines long and unbroken, drifting around her as though the air itself carried it. The collar was trimmed with pure white fur instead of stiff fabric, resting lightly against her neck without constriction. The material shimmered faintly, as if water had been woven into cloth—translucent layers rippling with every movement, catching light like frozen streams in motion.

In human form, Isyrrha appeared young, perhaps in her early twenties—tall and slender, her body shaped in clean, balanced lines. She was not delicate, nor particularly soft. Her figure was naturally proportioned but restrained, as though excess had never been part of her design. She stood straight without effort, her presence quiet yet unmistakable.

Her hair was frost-white and faintly translucent, falling straight down her back like frozen mist caught in shape.

From her temples rose a pair of crystalline antlers, clear and faceted, shaped like delicate ice formations rather than horns. Pale blue frost traced their edges, elegant rather than threatening.

Her skin was pale and cool-toned, smooth as stone kept in shade. Her face was sharp rather than gentle—high cheekbones, a narrow jaw, lips lacking color—her expression still, emotion held back rather than absent.

Her eyes were clear and colorless, like solid ice seen from above, thin crystalline slits replacing pupils. They reflected no warmth, no light.

The traces of annoyance were still on her gorgeous face but she just sighed and asked.

"Has someone finally reached this point?"

Caelthir hummed, "Surprisingly enough, besides it’s the last candidate so, even if she can’t make it, we have to do something."

Isyrrha contemplated it for a moment before she turned her glass-like gaze on him.

"Have you seen her yet?" She asked and Caelthir shrugged.

"I did, but she’s not in her real form, it seems like she’s hiding behind a disguise." He said making her frown but then he added in an almost impressed tone, "but she has already gained some other Lesser Dragons to work under her."

"That’s good, the other candidates failed so miserably that I was thinking we will have to do it ourselves again. Now, let’s go and find Kin Aeltharos."

Caelthir’s eyebrows twitched, "Hey, I’m also older than you then how come you never speak in that respectful tone or address me as Kin?"

Isyrrha narrowed her eyes giving him and almost condescending glare as she said, "Hah? That’s because unlike them I don’t respect you."

Caelthir gasped placing his hand over his chest, "Oh my, how cold! And here I thought we were the closest since you are the youngest and I am directly your elder."

Isyrrha’s eyebrows twitched, she knew he was faking it but she couldn’t say anything but simply turn.

"Let’s go."

"Ah, also, I couldn’t sense Kin Aeltharos when I woke up. I think the candidate this time was given Aeltharos’s blessing." Caelthir added and Isyrrha halted.

She turned with her eyes going frigid.

"Hah?"

Caelthir walked ahead and spoke with a smile, "She is the Scion of Aeltharos. So, in a way, she’s our new youngest."

"Then where is Kin Aeltharos?" She asked as Caelthir passed by her.

"I don’t know, he probably fell asleep once he gave her his blessing."

Isyrrha watched as Caelthir walked out and she frowned deeply wondering what to make of it.

As per the rule of the heavens, the chosen candidate will be led to a particular Supreme Dragon that would bless her. Isyrrha didn’t know where Aeltharos was or how the candidate came across him but she was lucky to have gotten his blessing since he was one of the three Primal Dragons standing almost on the same level as the Dragon God Solcarion and the Dragon of Flora and Fauna. These three who symbolized the beginning of life were extremely strong and Isyrrha was the youngest of all.

Since she was the youngest, she would address the older ones as Kin which was equivalent to how humans addressed their older brothers or sisters.

"So, are we going to wake him up?" Caelthir asked her and she looked at him.

"No, let’s go and see this candidate." She announced.

Caelthir tilted his head slightly, "Why is that?"

Isyrrha’s face looked determined as she announced, "I need to see this human who got the blessing of Kin Aeltharos."

Caelthir watched as she walked past him and he sighed.

"You’re quite a brat, aren’t you? You won’t give me a shred of respect but you’re all goody two shoes when it comes to Aeltharos."

Isyrrha flinched before she turned, her snow white skin faintly tinged pink, "That’s because Kin Aeltharos deserves that much respect."

Caelthir clicked his tongue before he walked ahead and came up beside her.

"So, what will you do once you see her?" He asked.

"Let’s see." She mumbled and Caelthir hummed.

"You’re not allowed to harm her though, you know that, right?"

Isyrrha’s jaw clenched, "I know, she’s the chosen one by the Heavens and she must also have the blessings of the powerful Gods already so, I’ll just see if she’s worthy of being called the Scion of Kin Aeltharos."

Caelthir nodded, "I was thinking of the same thing." 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Isyrrha didn’t say anything after that as they made their way out of the cave’s entrance, before leaping into the sky their huge wings materializing in a split second taking them off in their desired direction.