The canal water settled, the ripples fading against the mossy stone banks of the slums. The massive, frothing form of the [Frost Titan Avatar] had dissipated, leaving only a lingering chill in the humid air of Azureus.
Master Thorne stood on his new, quicksilver legs. He flexed his ankles, watched the liquid metal shift and harden instantly to support his weight, then looked up at Alvian with a mixture of disbelief and terrifying realization.
"You upgraded it," Thorne rasped, his voice rough. "The Art I spent forty years perfecting. You learned it in a second, and you improved it in another."
"It lacked solidity," Alvian replied, his voice calm. He dismissed the system notification confirming the evolution. "Water is fluid. That makes it hard to damage, but also hard to deal decisive blows with. By infusing it with [Frost Heart] energy, I gave it mass. I gave it teeth."
