The Cultivator's Revenge
The shards of spiritual snow that had once pierced him now floated gently around him, drifting like snow lanterns, like frostfire spirits welcoming their sovereign.
And in that sudden stillness, the elders saw it.
Upon Rayden’s forehead, a six-petaled snowflower slowly bloomed, shining with pure white light, light woven from frozen moonlight itself.
The entire council gasped. Even Valerius. the most rigid among them, jerked upright from his seat, his aged eyes wide with disbelief.
“This is impossible!” whispered one of the oldest elders, his voice trembling with a mix of terror and awe. “Could he be. ”
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