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Roswaal:  The snowfall had become a full-blown blizzard. The world was dotted with enough snow to blanket one’s field of vision. It was a hell of extreme cold that could freeze one’s breath the instant it touched the outside air. Though exposed to such ferocious elements, powerful will rested in the girl’s violet eyes as her silver hair flapped in the wind.
human
Roswaal:  “I absolutely, absolutely…won’t lose, not to anyone or anything!” With faint light entwined around both her hands, the silver-haired girl raised them to employ and release the vast amount of mana within her. The freezing magic, amplified amid that fiercely blowing snow, began to glow, and that pale radiance became countless swords of light that flew across the world, slicing apart each and every one of the white demon beasts atop the snowy plain.
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Roswaal:  —There was a disturbing clacking of their short fangs biting against one another in unison. This was the most unsalvageable thing in the world, the most difficult to coexist with, the great calamity that overshadowed all others since times of yore. Before these beings, the embodiment of appetite, known as Gluttony incarnate, the girl stood, not backing away a single step. However, her breathing was ragged; she had lost control over a portion of her mana, which was so vast that she had yet to master it; and part of her body had begun to be covered in white crystals. At that rate, it would not be long before she was turned into a statue of ice by her very own magical energy.
human
Roswaal:  —Even so, she did not retreat. She could not.