Chapter 30 : The Cripple And The Prodigy (4/?)

w̵̠̠͖̰̮͓̎͐̏̎̑̐͛̕͘e̵̤͆̔̚ạ̴̧̣̹͇̪͙͓͕̲̈̃͝ķ̴̨̼̮̝̙͊͐̒̎̅̍̕͝\̴͕̊͠ͅ

These words echo'd through the head of Ajel , as it felt like he was reduced to a little box in his own head , as he could only watch his mindless body.

What just happened?

why was he like this?

he wanted to scream.

But no words came out.

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Ashe's eyes were calm , collected and had no resentment or anger in them.

Just.... confusion.

What did she do?

did she do this?

getting called weak was a common place in the Freljord , as the weak rule the strong.

He couldn't adapt to a single phrase?

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(Freljordian)

"Should we stop the fight?" Grena asked with a hint of concern in her eyes , as she gawked down to the bottom of the stadium where her daughter was.

"Ashe is in a middle of a epiphany. We can't stop her now , or it will have consequences." Yvonne said. "Those chosen by the frost have to accept the frost."

Iceborn legacy.

Something that only happens every 200 years or so , and happens for those descended from the three sisters.

It means they have been chosen to be a key-figure in the Freljord , and they carry a destiny in their stride.

But that means they also carry the burden of the clan , as all power comes with a cost.

Grena played with her silver hair before groaning.

She had never carried the burden since she had never been accepted by the gods to become "chosen" but she would take the burden away from her daughter in a heartbeat if she could.

However, she wasn't a fool. No mystic magic could grasp a god's influence from Ashe.

"Should i be happy?"

"No." Yvonne said , her warm and kind face replaced by a element of coldness. "The other clans won't like this , Grena-"

"It's Warmothe-" One of the war maidens hissed out.

*Thump.*

Silence spread alongside the room , as a needle was placed right next to the war maiden's neck.

The war maiden looked down , before seeing the sharp silver needle that pierced the wood like it was nothing.

"My apologies. There seemed to be a fly."

Looking at the needle, the warmother could see that their was a bug that had been killed by the pin-point accuracy of the needle.

"M-my apologies.... Elder."

"Good , good. Now , let's watch the fight. We don't need to interrupt the talking with the sound of buzzing , don't we Grena?"

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Ashe examined the red aura , and deciphered it to be some form of magic that had taken over Ajel when he was at his weakest.

The concept of inner demons was not shunned in Freljordian culture. Perhaps this was a example of this?

she would bring a swift death to him , in that case.

In a fight, it was the most important measure to play the fight safe until she could determine the power level of this thing before her.

Ashe let out a scream as she slowly slammed her hands against the ground , which caused ice to flood the ground.

The ice seeped beneath her as Ashe could feel the pulse of the ice.

It was calling out of her , yearning for someone to command it.

The "thing" that had been put before her suddenly twitched , which led Ashe into a state of high alert.

Those who succumb to their inner demon become physically enhanced, as they remove the physical limitors of their body.

They don't care about their own wellbeing , they just want to achieve the goal that drove them into being a hunder-driven beast.

Ashe had sharp sense , so she could faintly hear some words come out of the mouth of it.

"w̵̠̠͖̰̮͓̎͐̏̎̑̐͛̕͘e̵̤͆̔̚ạ̴̧̣̹͇̪͙͓͕̲̈̃͝ķ̴̨̼̮̝̙͊͐̒̎̅̍̕͝\̴͕̊͠ͅ"

The pillars of the ice had properly moved into place, as the sharp spikes erected from the ground and they homed onto Ajel.

What was this feeling?

this feeling of power?

she felt like the frost was hers , and hers only , unlike the limitation of before.

She felt , powerful.

She breathed in , as she examined the state of her body.

The previous exhaustion had been replaced with a feeling of freshness.

And power.

So much power.

She wanted to indulge with it.

With this, she could finally make the clan proud!-

The figure of the shell of Ajel flickered , before Ashe felt a presence behind her.

Using ice in her hands , she quickly conjured up a pair of daggers and threw them at the incoming shadow.

"w̵̠̠͖̰̮͓̎͐̏̎̑̐͛̕͘e̵̤͆̔̚ạ̴̧̣̹͇̪͙͓͕̲̈̃͝ķ̴̨̼̮̝̙͊͐̒̎̅̍̕͝\̴͕̊͠ͅ"

the word's echoed from all cardinal directions , left , right , north , south.

What was this?

didn't he not have a leg?

"w̵̠̠͖̰̮͓̎͐̏̎̑̐͛̕͘e̵̤͆̔̚ạ̴̧̣̹͇̪͙͓͕̲̈̃͝ķ̴̨̼̮̝̙͊͐̒̎̅̍̕͝\̴͕̊͠ͅ"

the words echoed in front of her , as she felt a blow to her face.

The shell of 𝙞𝙩 had appeared infront of her face , before slamming it knee into her face , sending her backwards.

"w̵̠̠͖̰̮͓̎͐̏̎̑̐͛̕͘e̵̤͆̔̚ạ̴̧̣̹͇̪͙͓͕̲̈̃͝ķ̴̨̼̮̝̙͊͐̒̎̅̍̕͝\̴͕̊͠ͅ"

her descent backwards was interrupted by a another action by 𝙞𝙩 , as once again the figure came behind her , the metal leg illuminating from the rare sunlight.

Ashe gritted her teeth as she spun in the air , creating a circle of ice around her , before scanning the area.

Teleportation? or was 𝙞𝙩 just fast?

stress poured into the mind of Ashe as she was looking back , as she accounted for the unpredictability of 𝙞𝙩.

The strike however , showed that 𝙞𝙩 had a little bit of rationality left as it striked for weakpoint.

How was she supposed to fight this monster?

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