'I want to see Carmilla… We should have spoken more before she left. Why couldn't I tell her how much I adored her before she left? Haha, how cute she looks when her face blushes while she pouts and looks away in embarrassment.'
A warm and gentle voice resounded within two women's minds; one sat in a pristine white robe surrounded by a sea of corpses in thick leather armour and gruff beards. She looked serene while a faint smile filled her face despite the grim surroundings.
Her soft voice sounded as she said, "I can finally hear your voice so clearly, yet now we are so far apart…."
Carmilla wore a beautiful white robe with a fur collar. She looked upwards, done with her relaxation as the icy winds battered her face during this intense blizzard that was the regular life for the northern lands. Her body shifted, and the vast ice ruins shattered and revealed over fifty frozen men, which cracked and broke into dust once her spell ended.