Veritas

Dorian was greeted by a wall of white.

Brilliant white snow, whipping about in the fierce winds, tore into him and everything near him. Cold, bitterly cold air slashed down on him, making him shiver even in his Ifrit form. His breath froze the moment it left his mouth, transforming not just into white fog, but directly into ice.

KEEEEEEEE

The snowstorm echoed out with an odd, irritating whine, constantly ringing in the background.

He smiled, enjoying the unique experience, even in his discomfort.

Internally, Dorian stoked the latent Fire Energy and Life Energy in his veins. The small fires that burned permanently on his elbows, knees, and head grew fiercer, forcing a current of warmth around him.

"Show me my status."

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Dorian - Soul Status

Soul Stage: Lord Class (Early)

Health: Perfect

Energy: 10,540/10,580 (Draining 0.03% per minute)

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