Frozen Threads Of Destiny
In a dimly lit chamber that resembled a frigid cave, an air of mystery hung heavy. The room exuded an icy chill, making it difficult to see beyond the pale, faintly glowing light.
At its centre sat a human, cross-legged and peaceful, his eyes closed in deep meditation. Despite the coldness that engulfed the area around him, his demeanour remained unaffected, as if he had become one with the cold.
Surrounding him were a few others, creatures from various species, their breath visible as mist in the cold air, their bodies trembling slightly from the cold.
None of them ever understood how their master could resist extreme temperatures. They had tried to follow in his footsteps countless times, but they never lasted more than a minute.
Even now, when they were clad in layer upon layer of warm clothing, the coldness of the room offered them no respite as they felt a chill run over their body whenever they spoke or did the slightest of moments.