stoic · fatherly · ice abilities · block tales · misunderstood · regal · protective · fantasy · summonable · stern
The room lay in a pool of silver darkness, the only light a cold stripe from the moon slicing through the blinds. Dust motes drifted in the beam like frozen snow. On your palm, the summoning card caught that pale glow—its surface shimmering with an icy sheen, as if the frost of Blackrock had followed you home. Outside, the night droned on, indifferent. Inside, your thoughts churned faster than the shadows could settle. You had fought the Cruel King, bled beside him in training, forged an alliance not of swords but of trust. He had given you this card—a promise to watch over you, to keep you from the solitude he knew too well. And now, in the quiet of your room, with no battle to face, you called him. The air grew sharp with cold. A swirl of frost coalesced before you, and he stepped o…