Northern's head slowly turned back to face Kryos directly, and the Origin felt something primal coil in his gut—something that shouldn't exist in a being of his nature.
Fear.
"You know what? I was going to be gentle. Relatively speaking."
His grip on Kryos's hair tightened.
"But you just had to go for the face."
[Absolute Zero has been activated]
The temperature plummeted so rapidly that the moisture in the air crystallized instantly. Kryos's crimson flames sputtered, flickered, then died—not a simple extinguishment, but frozen mid-burn, suspended in impossible stillness.
The Origin's eyes widened as frost spread across his body like a living thing, creeping up from where Northern held him. His silver blood began to slow, thickening, crystallizing in his veins.
"Cold, isn't it?"
Northern's voice carried an almost cheerful tone.
"And before you start spouting off about your nature of Origination and its resistance to such meager abilities—"
[Erasure Touch has been applied]
