Chapter:7-Awakening

(Kael grits his teeth, his body barely responding. Every inch of him feels like it's being torn apart—the pain in his chest, the lingering frost on his skin, the exhaustion from Zephyrn's earlier attack. But he forces himself to move, pushing his trembling arms against the cold ground.)

(But before he can fully stand—)

(SWOOSH—CRACK!)

Zephyrn: "Did you really think two of you would be enough?"

(A crimson frost wave erupts from Zephyrn's blade, striking Liza directly in the chest. Her breath catches, her body freezing mid-motion. A thin layer of ice spreads across her skin, sealing her movements instantly. Her expression barely has time to change—one moment, she's preparing to strike, the next, she's completely immobilized.)

Kael (horrified): "Liza!"

(Her frozen body crashes to the ground beside Kael, the ice locking her in unconsciousness. Her silver hair is speckled with frost, her breath faint but still present. She's alive—but for how long?)

Zephyrn (coldly amused): "You should thank me. I let her live."

(Kael's fingers twitch. A slow burn rises in his chest—not the freezing pain from earlier, but something hot, searing, uncontrollable. His hands curl into fists, shaking—not with exhaustion, but with pure, unchecked rage.)

Kael (whispering, his voice trembling): "You… bastard."

(His vision blurs—not from weakness, but from something deeper, something awakening. His gaze falls on the massive tilted sword—the Blade of Frost and Fire. The weapon remains where it stood, untouched, unclaimed.)

(Until now.)

(Without thinking, Kael reaches out and grips the hilt.)

(WHOOSH!)

(A pulse of raw energy bursts from the sword.)

(A flash of blue and silver light floods the forge, nearly blinding. The freezing aura Zephyrn had created is instantly overpowered by a roaring, untamed heat—not just fire, but something deeper, something ancient.)

(Kael barely understands what's happening. He just knows that the pain in his chest is gone. His exhaustion disappears. His hands, once frozen and weak, are now steady, strong.)

(And the sword— the same weapon that once rejected him—now glows in his grasp.)

Zephyrn (watching, eyes narrowing): "...What?"

(Kael's breath is slow, controlled. The blade hums in his hands, the frost at its edges no longer rejecting him—but embracing him. The forge's temperature violently fluctuates between ice and fire, the ground beneath him cracking under the sheer force of energy radiating from the blade.)

Kael (low, uncertain): "Why… is it glowing?"

(**Zephyrn doesn't respond. His gaze sharpens, now filled with something different—not amusement, not arrogance—but recognition.)

Zephyrn (muttering): "So, it finally chose an owner."

(Kael doesn't understand. But right now, he doesn't care. His grip on the sword tightens, and for the first time, he steps forward—not with hesitation, but with intent.)

Kael (voice like steel): "You're going to pay for that."

(Zephyrn smirks—but for the first time, there's a hint of unease.)

(The real fight begins.)

Next: Kael, wielding the awakened Blade of Frost and Fire, takes on Zephyrn. But is his newfound power enough to turn the tide?