Winter's breath crept through the Sanctum's tall windows as Otoku entered the grand hall, still clutching the echoes of the rat's transformation. Frost clung to the floor, crackling underfoot. The air buzzed with anticipation—today, the academy's most forbidden guests arrived.
Elves, draped in silver and ice-blue cloaks, stepped forward, their presence as cold as the season. An envoy led them—tall, regal, and unyielding, with a blade of captured starlight at his side.
"You harbor an abomination," he said, voice crisp. "The Star-Eater child."
Otoku's hand tightened on the Codex at his waist. Beside him, Veyra's jade mask gleamed.
"I harbor a scholar," she replied. "Knowledge is not abomination until fear claims it."
The elf's eyes flicked to Otoku. "His power will unravel all."
Before words could fly, a low growl echoed from Otoku's side. From shadowed corners, Noctis emerged—wings folded, silver eyes glowing. The creatures trembled at his presence.
Otoku took a step forward. "He's mine." His voice rang clear.
The envoy drew his starlight blade. Lightning-crests formed at the tip. "Then step aside, child."
Otoku's veins darkened. He whispered a silent word, and heat drained from the hall. The flames inverted, filling the room with an otherworldly chill. Frost crackled along the envoy's armor—his own frost magic bleeding beyond control.
The elf staggered. Otoku's silver gaze never wavered. "We do not let fear write our fate."
The envoy inhaled sharp, frosty air. With a shout, he lunged. Noctis—fast as shadow—darted forward, jaws closing on the envoy's gauntleted arm. A snap of metal, a howl of anger, then the elf screamed as his blade twisted free.
Veyra's staff struck once—lightning arced around the envoy, freezing his form solid. He shattered in a hail of shards.
Silence fell again. The winter's chill retreated, leaving only the echo of power and choice.
Otoku exhaled slowly. Noctis padded to his side, tail brushing his leg. The taste of forbidden fruit lingered—bitter, cold... yet strangely exhilarating.