Feral on the Ice
Below her, on the vast plain of the desk, the rest of the pack was struggling with the Physics-Shock.
Zane was hunched over, his hands pressed against the wood-grain laminate. To him, the desk was a continent, and the gravity of this higher dimension was crushing his Sovereign-frame. His obsidian skin was dulling, turning into a matte-grey carbon fiber as the room’s ambient light refused to render his "Divine" properties.
Kael was staring at the glowing blue LED of the computer’s power button. To a boy made of data-fire, that single light was a sun—a raw, uncurated source of energy that made his own blue-hex flames look like a flickering match.
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