The rink stretched out in an endless white expanse, the ice beneath Skai's blades reflecting a faint glow. The air was crisp, biting against her skin, yet somehow calming, as if it held the promise of something... more.

Skai found herself standing at center ice, dressed in a delicate white costume that shimmered with every slight movement. It wasn't her usual fierce ensemble. No dark hues, no sharp lines. This was soft, ethereal -- completely unfamiliar.

She glanced down at her hands, noticing how fragile they seemed, almost as thought they belonged to someone else. 

A soft melody filled the rink, pulling her into motion. Her feet moved without thought, her body responding naturally to the music. She twirled, her movements graceful, light, as if she were made of air. 

Vulnerability poured  out of her with every spin, every delicate flick of her wrists. The audience wasn't visible, but she could feel their presence, their silent admiration for the beauty unfolding before them.

Agape. The word whispered through her mind as she skated, the embodiment of unconditional love and sadness. Skai had never performed like this before, so raw, so exposed. Her heart, usually guarded by layers of sarcasm and bravado, was laid bare on the ice.

She was no longer the Devil On Ice.

She was something else.

An Ice Swan, gliding with grace and melancholy, leaving a trail of emotion in her wake.

But just as she reached the program's peak, the atmosphere shifted. The air around her grew warmer, the ice beneath her feet seemed to pulse, and suddenly the music cut off, replaced by something darker. A new presence made itself known.

Skai looked up, and across the rink stood another version of herself -- dressed in a red and black suit, with a smirk that sent shivers down her spine. The figure radiated power and danger, her posture confident, her eyes gleaming with mischief. 

The Devil On Ice herself had arrived.

The two versions of Skai faced each others, the air between them crackling with tension. The Devil skated forward, her movements sharp and seductive, her presence a blazing fire compared to the swan's fragile elegance.

Each step was filled with erotic intensity, the program more like a dance of temptation than anything else.

Skai felt her chest tighten as she watched her devilish counterpart, who finished her routine with a series of aggressive jumps, landing them with terrifying precision. The crowd roared in approval, though Skai still couldn't see them. She could only hear the thunderous applause for the devil.

The Devil skated up to her, circling slowly, her voice dripping with arrogance. "You really think you can take my place, Swan?" she taunted, her smile wicked. "This world doesn't want softness. The crave power. Seduction. Fire. They crave me."

Skai, the Ice Swan, stood her ground, her own voice soft but steady. "Maybe it's time for a change. You've had your moment. It's my turn now." 

The Devil laughed, a low, mocking sound. "Your turn? You'll never last. You'll melt under the heat. I am everything you are, and more. They love me because I'm what they need. I'm what you need."

The Ice Swan held her gaze, unflinching. "You can't rule forever."

The temperature in the rink spiked. Red flames ignited beneath the Devil's fet, spreading across the ice in sharp, jagged lines. The rink was now split in half - one side still shimmering with cold white purity, the other ablaze with furious red heat. The tension between the two Skais grew unbearable, and suddenly, the world around them began to distort.

The fire and ice swirled together in a chaotic storm, enveloping both figures in a whirlwind of nostalgia and raw emotion. The memory of every performance, every jump, every program she'd ever skated flashed before Skai's eyes, mingling with the flames and frost. Even the memories with her father...

The Devil and the Swan were locked in a battle their forms consumed by the growing storm of light and shadow.

And the, just as quickly as it began, everything vanished.

In the center of the now empty rink stood a new figure, back turned to the chaos. The sound of thunder rumbled across the ice, and Skai could feel the weight of this new presence. Her breath caught in her throat. 

The figure's silhouette was imposing. She was shirtless, her muscular back glistening with sweat, wearing only loose, dark sweatpants. From one shoulder extended  a massive black wing, the feathers sharp and gleaming like obsidian. On the other side, a white wing stretched out, softer, more delicate, like that of a swan.

Her head was slightly turned, revealing a devil's horn on one side of her forehead, while the other side sat a delicate ice crown, cold and crystaliine. The contrast was breathtaking. Half-devil, half-angel.

She was... Skai.

Her voice, when it finally came, was low, almost inaudible murmur. Skai strained to hear, but the words were lost to hear, but the words were lost to her, drowned out by the echoes of thunder and  the silence that followed.

But she did catch one sentence..."Help me...Choose one...One will survive...One will perish..."

Suddenly, Skai jolted awake, her body drenched in sweat, heart pounding as if she had just run a marathon. She gasped for air, her hands gripping the sheets, trying to ground herself in reality of her surroundings.

Besides her, Choi Kim stirred, her voice thick with sleep. "Skai...you okay?" Her concern was evident, her hand gently resting on Skai's arm.

Skai swallowed hard, her mind still racing. "Yeah," she croaked out, though her voice betrayed her. "Just... just a dream."

Choi studied her for a moment, clearly not convinced, but she didn't push. "Alright," she said softly her hand giving Skai's arm a reassuring squeeze before she lay back down. "Get some rest."

Skai nodded, though her mind was anything but restful. She lay back on the pillow, her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling. The image of the figures in the dream - her - lingered. Half devil, half swan, both battling for control.

What had it all meant?

She closed her eyes, but the thoughts still churned. And somewhere, deep inside her, she could feel the Devil on Ice watching... waiting.

Eventually, her breathing slowed, and sleep overtook her once again.

But the dream never left her.