Chapter 5.2
"WAAKEE UUUUUP..." yelled Omorfia.
Morning arrived at the Capital as it would everyday. Yfir, asleep in his room for weeks, with no sign of stopping, has been resorted to a forced awakening.
Entering the room was like sneaking into a bear's den, at any moment it could wake up and rip you to shreds. Tiptoeing silently to his bed, Omorfia took in a deep breath and yelled, which brings us back to this situation...
The room exploded, on the now half-gone bed, Yfir sat... "...are you... gonna pay for that..."
Despite all that has happened before, Blizzard's Glas remained as normal as ever. The Capital was now bustling and thriving, all thanks to the efforts of Omorfia. The first she implemented into the economy was to increase life support for civilians and incourage free trading. Using these two she was able to gain the trust of the people. Next she set up meeting with all other powers and challenged them for leadership. The Schatten Republic, The Wind Union and the Desert Kingdom all agreed to this meeting, agreeing that the victor will be the one to decide the fate of all four kingdoms.
The date was set. Within months all four countries gathered at the center of their Island. The place was called Tesseris Gonnis. A barren land, where war continued for decades, but during this "bout" the war on Tesseris Gonnis has declared a ceasefire. For the greater good, and the creation of a better future where there was no war, the four territories decided to settle it here once and for all.
Yfir waited months for them to gather. Saving his strength for his final moment to slaughter all those who opposed him before.
As months went by, he discovered a new innate ability.
It was a skill called Vengeance. It had the ability to absorb the powers of those he killed and take the duel they were gifted with. Surprised he went to test it.
Calling Akull to accompany him to the Main Gardens he said "Good Bye...". With a quick stroke he decapitated the previous king. "Activate Vengeance...." As soon as he uttered those words Akull's mana started to seep out of his corpse, condensing into a pill.
"Hmmmm... white blue color, seems to emanate a chill..." As Yfir grabbed the little marble he didn't know what to do with it, he tried absorbing the mana, but would take too long sooo he said "Fuck it..." and swallowed the whole thing.
The moment it entered his stomach, he could feel the rule of ice flowing through him. As soon as he was done integrating the new energy, his body radiated a cold sinister aura. A type of chill that would rob cities of their people, wither crops in an instant and freeze limbs off people. The coldest of winters paled in comparison to his aura.
"Interesting... I have now the power to rob people fo their power... haha what a change of eventsđ"