The frost crept up Rayan's limbs like a living thing, testing the resolve beneath his skin, challenging the fire that burned within.Before him stood King Drazan; not wielding a sword or shield, but bearing a gaze cold enough to freeze a man's will.
His voice cut through the silence like a blade of winter:"Here, power is not trained… it is broken, then rebuilt."
This was no training. It was a crucible.And as the ice beneath his feet began to crack, Rayan realized.... he would not leave this place the same as he came.
Drazan turned to Rayan, his eyes sharp and glinting with a frost that seemed to seep from his very soul. His voice, low and edged with a chill that cut through the air like a winter wind, carried the weight of both warning and promise."Listen closely, boy," he said, his tone as cold as the ice he wielded. "What I am about to show you is not a trick, nor a game... it is the art of stillness, the breath of winter itself. From this moment on, you will learn how to command the frost… how to make the world freeze beneath your will."
Rayan felt the cold pressing in from every direction, a merciless chill that wrapped around him like an invisible shroud, so intense it stole the breath from his lungs."So this… this is the true aura of a king"
The king fixed his gaze upon Rayan, his voice low but commanding. "Boy, show me your cold aura."
It was no great challenge for Rayan. With a calm breath, he let the frost within him rise.
The king's lips curled into a faint smile. "Well done, Now… look into my eyes, and make me freeze."
But before Rayan could act, the king spoke, his voice calm yet commanding.
"You, boy... Of course, you cannot freeze me. But look into my eyes, focus. Try. And I will feel it."
Rayan put all his focus and ice tongues loose around his body the king looked amazed but Rayan tries with all he can, look to the king Drazan and imagine if he froozen... Make it "boy, you amazed me i can truly say now that you succed in your task good job, boy."
Rayan summoned every ounce of focus, the air around him crackling as tendrils of ice curled and danced from his body like living spirits. The temperature dropped, a hush falling over the chamber as frost bloomed across the stone floor. The king, Drazan, watched in stunned silence, his expression caught between awe and disbelief. Rayan's gaze locked onto him, eyes sharp with determination, as if willing the monarch himself to freeze beneath the weight of his power.
Then, with a voice like thunder softened by pride, the king finally spoke.
"Boy… you've amazed me. I can now say, without a shadow of doubt; you have succeeded in your task. Well done."
The king regarded Rayan with astonishment, his eyes narrowing with a mixture of curiosity and awe.
"Tell me, boy," he said, his voice echoing through the frost, laced chamber, "have you yet discovered your fire side or dark side? Or is this your first taste of power?"
Rayan met the king's gaze unflinchingly. "I learned the fire side in Aetherwyn, It was the king there who taught me."
A flicker of recognition passed through the king's eyes. "Ah… Zevril, Then you were taught by my brother."
"Rayan was not wholly surprised; he had long observed the uncanny resemblance between Drazan and the King of Aetherwyn."
After that, a conversation took place between Rayan and the king.
Rayan : "I want to learn about dark now."
Drazan: "Listen, kid... You have Martin. He can teach you. His level is around 52, a seasoned warrior, wise and skilled. But if you seek something greater... know that the path ahead is not without peril.
There is one far stronger than Martin. They say the King of Shadowfen's level surpasses 80. But he is dangerous, a force not to be taken lightly. Even we dare not approach his domain.
He resides deep in the far south, in lands cloaked in shadow and mystery. If you choose to walk that road, understand this: few return unchanged... if they return at all.
But if he agrees to train you, and if he sees something in you, then no one, no force in this world, will stand in your way. You will be the victor."