Determined to understand and master this newfound power, Lucas straightened where he sat, his expression turning calm and resolute. The faint traces of frost that lingered in the air around him seemed to pulse in rhythm with his breathing, answering his will even before he began. He crossed his legs and placed his hands upon his knees, his eyes drifting shut as he drew in a long, steady breath.
The cold within him stirred. It was faint at first...a subtle shimmer in his meridians, a whisper of divine frost...but as he focused, it began to bloom. He could feel it clearly now, weaving through his Qi pathways like liquid crystal, sharp and pure. It was vastly different from the Qi he had cultivated before. While ordinary Qi flowed warm and vibrant, this one was calm and precise, like water frozen into a thousand perfect shapes.
