Rise of the Frozen Sovereign
The boy’s eyes were glowing with a faint, rhythmic light, and he began to clap slowly, his applause echoing through the dark, cavernous tunnel.
"Beautiful," Ignis whispered, his voice carrying clearly over the sound of the rushing water. "Absolutely beautiful. Do it again."
Aiden looked down at his hand. It was no longer skin; it was a jagged, translucent shard of dark, impenetrable ice. He reached up, feeling the immense, crushing weight of the city above him, and realized that he didn't need to fight his way out. He could simply let the city collapse under the weight of his own existence.