Killed Me? Now I Have Your Power Chapter 449: Seed of Frost

Chapter 449 – Seed of Frost

A shroud of blue and black luminescence wrapped around Meris protectively, making the entire dungeon quiver as if a bare figure exposed to bitter winds.

The Third Ancestor retreated a few more paces right away, her expression filled with a mix of wonder and sorrow as she gazed upon the scene.

’She has actually done it.’ She gritted her teeth, sensing the ice elements nearby rejoicing at the emergence of their true successor.

Beyond that, her own form—composed of ice, water, snow, and mist—was compelling her to drop to one knee, lower her head, and remain until the Princess concluded her awakening.

The Third Ancestor harbored no resentment toward this, nor did she give it much thought. She was prepared to sacrifice her existence for her princess, as she served merely as the Maid of Frost, tasked with safeguarding the Heiress.

Yet, in that moment, a stronger emotion overtook her—one of doubt and fear.

’This wasn’t meant to occur so soon.’ She pondered, clenching her fist hard while the chill in the dungeon grew sharper, ’Still, the legacy of Master is stirring already, and my lady requires stronger command over ice to possibly contain it.’

The Seed of Frost alone could provide aid.

Nothing proved more disastrous than gaining a force beyond one’s ability to manage.

It would consume you first, and afterward, devastate all in its vicinity.

The consequences extended further.

’The might of a Primordial...’

Such...such strength was desired by countless, but only those inherently possessing it had ever claimed it.

Yet now, a unique being among Primordials had emerged, poised for full awakening imminently.

’Primordials remain isolated. They accept no others into their ranks besides their own kind.’

What fate awaited her lady?

The answer was painfully clear. That explained why her Master had exiled his daughter and maintained his separation.

Few mysteries stay concealed forever.

The Primordial of Frost hadn’t been fortunate in that regard. Before her very eyes, the Third Ancestor saw that long-hidden truth unveiled to everyone.

She sensed it beyond these walls...the City of Cats itself was quaking.

Precisely then, the cocoon around Meris burst open like a fragile bubble, scattering molten blue and black radiance throughout the dungeon.

That glow morphed into ice, suspended motionless in the atmosphere. The display appeared strangely poetic, arranged in a profoundly symbolic fashion.

The Third Ancestor observed Meris, noting that her appearance remained unchanged save for her complexion turning even more ashen, as if no blood coursed through her veins.

The princess rose mechanically, her motions oddly ritualistic, resembling a performance that compelled the nearby realm to align with her tempo...her dominion.

Her locks flowed endlessly between ice, water, snow, and fog, syncing flawlessly with the environment. A closer inspection might reveal her skin undulating subtly. Yet it was difficult to discern.

The Third Ancestor drew in a sharp breath. In that instant, Meris no longer resembled the human she had once detected. She now glided, strode, and regarded the world as an entity forged from unadulterated frost.

Her gestures were rigid but elegant, her silver gaze icy yet captivatingly exquisite, her form flawless like it was carved from the primordial flake of ice.

Meris breathed out softly, releasing silver vapors that instantly encased half the dungeon in frost.

She pivoted her head rigidly—triggering ice to shift into snow, her tresses adapting seamlessly to the altered essence—and fixed an intense stare upon the Third Ancestor.

BADUM—!

The absent throb of the Third’s heart prompted her to collapse to her knees before Meris, her head bowed so profoundly it seemed she aimed to break her own neck.

’Ah...I cannot hold back any longer.’ The Third Ancestor reflected with a gentle smile, ’My lady is indeed the chosen one.’

"I greet the Heiress." Her words carried deep respect, honoring her heritage even more than Meris might have.

Meris offered no reply. Her gaze was vacant, lacking any spark of emotion. She resembled some artificial being devoid of humanity.

The Third Ancestor felt no astonishment, though concern gnawed at her. Thus, she spoke swiftly, trusting the arrangements would unfold as her Master foresaw.

"My duty has been accomplished." She continued, "And with that..."

The Will activated.

[You have completed your Trial.]

[You have obtained your reward: Seed of Frost.]

"...here, my lady."

Both The Will’s announcement and the Third Ancestor’s declaration coincided with a glow materializing before Meris.

The radiance shone in pure blue, then condensed into a crystalline snowflake. The air transformed, whirlwinds of ice surging from the floor, laden with spikes of frost, encircling Meris completely.

She remained unaffected, the icy surges hesitant to approach without her permission.

The Daughter of Frost extended her hand and lightly touched the pristine face of the Seed with her index finger.

A tremor ran through her frame, as though it had been granted the ultimate sustenance. Meris’s essence surged with thrill, compelling her to integrate the Seed at last.

Excitement coursed through her intensely, but in her present condition, Meris refused to yield to sentiments—regardless of their nature or fervor.

Her thoughts stayed serene like undisturbed waters, unyielding. Her pulse held firm, warmed faintly by Kaden’s inner flame at its core.

Thus, she resisted the urge and opened her mouth instead.

"Who am I?" Her tone echoed like grinding sheets of ice.

The Third Ancestor flinched. Meris had vanished from sight, lost amid a ferocious tempest of ice, water, snow, and fog.

Still, she detected those silver, reflective orbs piercing into her soul. The eyes appeared to alter in harmony with the surrounding forces.

It presented a mesmerizing spectacle. But the Third Ancestor understood a response was required.

"Your name? Your status? Your duty?" She inquired, "What would you like to learn, my lady?"

"Everything."

The Third Ancestor hesitated momentarily, then proceeded directly, "You are Meris Elamin Frost, offspring of the Primordial of Frost and the Box of Lightnings. You’ve inherited the abilities of each, but can only contain one inside. Frost has prevailed."

Meris paid close attention.

"You are the Princess of Frost, and all things of Frost obey your will. As for your duty..."

At this, the Third Ancestor inclined her head further,

"...to grow powerful. Since your arrival displeased many."

"Is my mother the Box of Lightning?" She questioned subsequently.

"Yes, my Lady."

"She is not human?"

Third denied with a shake of her head, "No mortal could carry a Prime’s child. Your Mother isn’t human. I lack permission to reveal her nature. But remember this: your existence is a wonder. It truly is, my lady. You stand unmatched; none shall ever match you."

’And that’s precisely why, I fear, you walk this path in solitude, as no one can comprehend you, my lady. Not even I. Nor will I.’

With the explanation given, Meris shut her eyes for a moment, contemplating the Primordial concept and her mother.

These revelations marked her as beyond human. But why, then?

Why did Dre strive so fiercely to preserve her humanity when she never possessed it?

She lacked the answer, and in that moment, Meris found no will to dwell on it. So she seized the Seed of Frost and drew it into herself.

The world turned to ice, and Meris...

[You have created your domain.]

...accomplished a remarkable feat.

—End of Chapter 449—