Step. Step. Another step.
Matthew El entered the sanctuary, the rhythmic tapping of his staff echoing through the space accompanied his entrance.
His eyes widened in awe at the sight of Lord Asher, savior of the city of Zorah, seated cross-legged on the floor.
Asher's hands rested serenely on his thighs, while a whirlwind of exquisite, gleaming daggers made of deep blue glacial ice spun around him.
The daggers' edges shimmered like polished gemstones, their crystalline structure reflecting the light in a mesmerizing dance.
Everyone thought he was still in slumber and a week had passed. No one knew he woke up two days ago and began learning how to strengthen his Kryos ice.
"Stop walking." Okeanos voice rang and that instant, Matthew froze, his right foot raised slightly.
Okeanos flashed its tail and water splattered over the room. To Matthew's shock, the water droplets hung mid air!
