Todos los capítulos de Rise of the Frozen Sovereign: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

"Drop him, Ignis," Aiden commanded. His voice was a thin, brittle thing, lacking the warmth of a living lung. He stood in the center of the containment cell, his knuckles white and encased in a translucent, crystalline sheath that deepened in color every time his heart struggled to beat. "The air is already thin enough without you adding your rage to the pressure."Ignis didn't let go. His knuckles were bruised, his face flushed with a heat that stood in violent contrast to the sub-zero aura emanating from Aiden. "He needs to understand, Aiden. He needs to know exactly what he bought with his cowardice. He thinks we’re just variables. Let’s show him what happens when the variable stops obeying the math."Vane’s eyes rolled back slightly as Ignis’s grip tightened on his throat. The ex-Captain of the Silver Moon managed a wheezing, jagged laugh that sounded more like a dying rattle. "See? The... the beast learns," Vane rasped, his face purpling. "You’re proving my point, boy. You’re not

"Tether?" Aiden stepped closer, the ice beneath his boots crunching with the weight of a dying star. "You think you’re a bridge, Vane? You’re a tripwire. And we’ve already walked over you.""Is that right?" Vane wheezed, his eyes bulging as Ignis maintained the crushing pressure on his windpipe. "Then why haven't you snapped my neck? Why do you keep me breathing, if not because you’re terrified of what happens when you’re truly alone?"Ignis snarled, the heat radiating off his skin causing the frost on the walls to hiss and evaporate into thick, suffocating steam. "I don't need a map, and I certainly don't need an old, broken-down dog to lead the way. Aiden, say the word. Just one. Let me end the uncertainty."Aiden didn't move. He stood, his chest barely rising or falling, his skin a marbled shade of blue-white that seemed to drink the meager light of the cell. "If you kill him, Ignis, we lose the location of the secondary relay. We lose the only person w

Aiden reached out, his hand—a prosthetic of blue-veined ice and calcified skin—closing firmly around Ignis’s forearm. The contact sent a violent shudder through the room, the temperature plummeting until the humidity in the air turned into a sudden, stinging flurry of snow."Let him down, Ignis," Aiden commanded, his voice a low, rhythmic vibration that felt more like a tectonic shift than a vocalization. Ignis’s grip slackened instantly, though his eyes remained locked on the gasping captain. Vane collapsed in a heap, his body hitting the cold, damp concrete with a dull thud. He began to cough, a wet, rattling sound that filled the cramped chamber with the scent of stagnant iron."You’re making a mistake, Aiden," Ignis hissed, stepping back. He wiped his hands on his trousers as if trying to scrub off the filth of the man they had been interrogating. "He’s stalling. Look at him. He’s just waiting for the guards to rotate shifts. He doesn't know anything about the dampeners."Vane cu

"The silence?" Ignis stepped closer to the bars, his frame casting a long, jagged shadow that seemed to swallow the dim light. "What is that supposed to mean, Vane? If you’re not waiting for them to come, then why are you shaking like a leaf?"Vane leaned his head back against the cold, sweating stone, his eyes glazing over with a hollow, distant look. "The silence isn't the absence of sound, you little fool. It’s the absence of them. The guards, the patrols, the sentries—they’ve all been pulled back to the Great Hall. Every single one of them. Why do you think you made it this far without a single blade being drawn? Why do you think the perimeter was wide open?"Aiden turned his head, his frost-rimed eyelashes catching the flicker of the dying filament. "You’re suggesting we were invited.""Invited? No," Vane chuckled, a sound like grinding gravel. "You were herded, Aiden. You’re a weapon that’s gone rogue, a loose variable in their neat little political

Aiden let the silence stretch, the air in the cell growing frigid enough that his breath began to manifest as fine, crystalline mist. He stared at Vane, his eyes glowing with an unnerving, icy luminescence."If the perimeter was open, Ignis," Aiden said, his voice dropping into a low, resonant hum, "it wasn't because of our skill. It was because the cage door was left unlocked."Ignis gripped his blade tighter, his knuckles pale. "So we just walk out? We walk right into the middle of the Great Hall and demand answers? That sounds like a death sentence, not a prison break."Vane wiped a streak of dried blood from his collar, his expression shifting from mocking to something far more desperate. "It’s not a death sentence if you’re exactly what they need. They don’t want to kill you, Aiden. They want to graft you. They want to turn you into a central power grid—a living battery that can keep the regional heating arrays running through the long winter. You’re