One More Hot Contract with the Shadow Alpha
A strange, unnatural chill is blooming under my ribs.
I reach out to point toward the eastern naval approach, intending to summon a minor, guiding line of Southern Fire to trace the reef. The moment I draw on my core, the amethyst frequency in my blood doesn't surge outward; it violently implodes.
A sharp, agonizing gasp leaves my lips as my hands betray me. Instead of the blinding, radioactive heat of the First Hearth, a brilliant white flash of cold, crackling silver frost shoots out from my fingertips, freezing the surface of the timber table solid. The frost instantly creeps up my own forearms, leaving a web of numbing, crystalline ice over my skin that completely suffocates my pulse.
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