The atmosphere around them slowly grew tense.
Firstborn still stood there, unmoving. Wisps of icy wind were reflected in his eyes, and his face betrayed little emotion. Yet despite his calm tone, for some reason, the chill radiating from him seemed even colder than the wind and snow around them.
It was like some kind of standoff.
No answer came from the swirling snow.
But slowly, the surrounding blizzard seemed to weaken considerably.
Then, in less than a few seconds, the bitter winds around them stopped. Without the wind to carry them, the ice crystals and snowflakes filling the sky drifted to the ground, covering it in a thin layer of frost.
Tyrael was deathly pale, not daring to breathe.
"Looks like it agreed."
A faint smile appeared on Firstborn's face. With snow draped over his shoulders, he put away the blue emblem.
He turned his head and looked toward Lin Yin.
"All right."
His voice was gentle.
"Now we can..."
But at that very instant, the air around them abruptly froze. A sinister, icy wind came howling toward them, so cold it felt as though it could freeze their souls into fragments.
Tyrael immediately began retching, vomiting mouthful after mouthful of crimson ice shards in agony.
And Lin En's body abruptly sounded a high-level warning.
When he looked at his hand-
He clearly saw frost slowly enveloping the blood vessels beneath his skin, his blood losing its warmth bit by bit. He could feel every drop of blood inside him turning into sharp ice crystals, as though some force were driving them to become razor-sharp blades and slice their way out of his body.
"Meow..."
Amid that hell of absolute cold, just as the destabilization of his Vessel was about to force Lin En back into the Warp, he