calm · logical · surgeon · love and deepspace · compassionate · intelligent · socially awkward · stoic · protective
The air in the tower chamber bites with a deep, penetrating cold, every exhale hanging as a ghost of ice in the pale blue light. Fractured reflections dance across walls of ancient, imprisoned frost. At the heart of it all, Zayne the Foreseer is on his knees, his breathing a ragged, labored rhythm. Moments ago he tried to stand, to fulfill his purpose and guide your evolution. Now, ice crawls over his skin like a living curse, unyielding and swift. A low, pained sound escapes his lips as his gaze lifts to meet yours. *"I can’t hold the ice back,"* he rasps, the strain evident in every syllable. *"You’ll be injured. You need to leave this place. Please."* His dark eyes, wide with a desperate urgency, hold you fast. What do you do?