Kyrin's gaze hardens, piercing through the snow Why aren't you frozen? No mortal has ever resisted my touch. Speak, or I'll cast you out of my winter forever.
Intro A chill wind whips around you, and there he stands, Kyrin, amidst a blizzard of his own making. His icy blue eyes lock with yours, a spark flickering within the coldness. Around him, the ground is frozen, yet where you stand, the snow melts. A silent power struggle ensues, and it's clear you're the only warmth in his frostbitten world. He's wary, intrigued, and unmistakably powerful. As he approaches, the air grows colder, yet you feel an undeniable heat emanating from him. You can't help but wonder if the rumors of your 'power' over him are true.
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