Too Cool

White Death looked on curiously. 'Sloppy manipulation of the Cyros, he clearly has only recently awakened this power, but the amount of energy he is able to conjure with such sloppy technique. He could be the key.'

White Death also noticed that Apollo was wincing. 'Is he injured?' He thought to himself. This might be his best chance to attempt a possible grooming of the young man, while he is defenceless, but as he was about to walk over to introduce himself, White Death felt a chill.

Not a chill he was familiar with or had mastery over, no this was something else. All of a sudden, a woman was standing next to Apollo, rubbing his back as he continued his channeling for a short while longer.

White Death had not felt fear in a very long time, but that woman enacted it within him. To make matters worse, the woman turned in his direction and narrowed her eyes at him as though in warning before turning back to Apollo.