Jack stared at the humanoid man in front of him, keeping his guard up.
"Wielder of Frost?!"
"How did you kill that beast?"
"Why do you know my lineage?!"
The voice of ice echoed once again.
"Why?"
"Why?!"
His laugh made the ice surrounding the whole room shake.
"HAHAAHHAHAHAHAH—!"
His laughter stopped suddenly. The shaking of the ice changed—now its presence felt stronger. Sharper.
"That beast, that monster, needed to die because he opposed my will."
Jack stood still, shaking from a deep fear. His voice nervously echoed in the room, yet hidden in his voice lay hate. His teeth pressed against each other strongly. His eyes trembled, a slight hint of doubt behind.
"Are you…"
"My uncle?"
"Uncle, you say?"
The ice face stared at him with calm eyes. Looking at himself in his polished sword of ice.
"Don't you remember me, child?"
He placed his sword between both his feet with one hand.
"My name is Kal."
With his other hand he gestured, pointing at his chest.
"By the way, I didn't think you survived."
His smile widened, making Jack shiver once again.
"Quite a lucky awakening, if you ask me."
"Sorry to tell you, but your luck ran out."
"This incarnation of mine is here to kill you, just like I killed—"
Jack commanded an ice spike from the floor, still unpolished, to land on Kal's chest, interrupting his speech. He screamed nervously.
"SHUT UP BASTARD!"
The spike rose from in front of the being reaching him in half a second.
The spike broke off as it reached his chest, not even leaving a mark. His spike now broken scattered on the floor. Breaking Jacks courage.
Kal kept talking as if nothing had happened.
Jack's eyes widened. His mind crumbled. His gaze felt slightly distant.
Nothing…
"God, you wear the Frost just like her."
"At least you are not ashamed of it."
"Still, I would've liked to talk more, but you give me no choice."
Kal pointed his sword forward—and then let it go. The sword still remained, floating?
No. He was making it do so.
It picked up speed, aiming for Jack's head.
Jack's eyes turned blue, unleashing his senses. This time he felt strong power come from it. The sword was almost fully absent of heat. He could tell that a touch of it would burn him. Leaving marks on his frail body.
He dashed to his right—to no avail. It chased.
Jack dodged and dodged, unable to do anything else. Crouching, dashing as Jack stepped to the sides barley approaching Kal.
His hair began turning white.
His blue eyes shone deeper. Shinning in the dark room of ice.
He dashed down, evading it once again—this time it seemed easier.
Kal smirked.
"Interesting…"
"You are much more resilient than I thought."
"How about now!"
Jack was already approaching Kal, but suddenly chains came from below—made of ice—trying to reach him.
Jack commanded ice to cover him from the chains.
Although his ice held its own, the much colder white chains held even better.
Damn it!
Jack threw the staff, realizing that he wouldn't be able to command the ice better; the staff became more of an annoyance in front of the Monarch of Frost.
He unsheathed his dagger, attempting to use his agility to his advantage.
Jack began breaking the chains with his dagger, evading the blows of the sword.
He was sweating. His body was aching. He had pushed himself too hard.
"You managed enough, child."
"But this presence of mine can't stay here much longer…"
"Good to know that even Grace's creations are still futile in the end…"
Hearing these words, Jack's eyes widened as he saw ice coming down on him from the ceiling.
No…
He didn't even move an inch…
I can't lose—not this pathetically…
Jack placed his hand above him in a futile attempt to cover himself from the rain of shards.
His knees bent from the pressure of the pain that came from above.
And for a split second, a flash of light appeared in front of him.
"AGH!"
His dagger dropped to the floor, scratching the icy surface.
Despite Jack being cut slowly from above as ice pierced his skin, his stare became raging, furious—and beastly.
"NOT YOU!"
His voice began turning rougher and stranger. His hands began forming ice claws at the end of his fingers—sharp and deadly.
"YOU WON'T BE THE ONE TO—!"
He began losing himself in his mind, as if something else had entered it—someone…
Jack opened his mouth. Two small fangs appeared from his teeth.
"ROAR!"
Pushing the ice that fell from above to lose momentum.
Kal's eyes grew wide.
"What is that…"
Jack set on all fours, running straight at Kal—furiously, ragingly.
His claws broke off the ice beneath each time he moved at astonishing speed.
Kal's gaze began to seem worried. His gaze and mind puzzled.
This is not his power… it can't be…
That is not of Frost.
Kal dashed backwards, evading Jack's claws.
Jack's voice, still unrecognizable, shouted as he broke off the chains that were stopping him from getting to Kal.
"YOU! MADE ME DO IT!"
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID TO-TO US!"
Both Jack and another beastly being's voice could be heard.
As Kal evaded the claws, his thoughts still scattered—until his eyes widened in realization.
His gaze turned warily toward the Yeti's body.
It can't be!
That bastard!