She slapped the emergency release. The lid hissed open, and the cold hit her like a physical blow. Not the sterile cold of a lab, but a living cold—the kind that breathed.
Help me fall, or burn up alone.
She wrapped her arms around the Ice Phoenix’s torso, ignoring the biting frost on her palms. The wings shuddered, then stretched—full span, magnificent and terrible. Fractured ice sealed. The crack in Ysandre’s chest knitted closed with a sound like a frozen river thawing. The atmosphere hit. Falling with Ice Phoenix- -v1.00a- -F Project- yu...