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~Wooooooohhhhhh!~

The wind rushed past him as gravity dragged him down from all angles. His body, in an ungraceful heap as he plumted.

His eyes finally fluttered open. "Hhhhhh—AHHhh!" he scread as tried to regain control of his mbers. But his body continued its free fall.

’Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ He cursed as the foggy ground inched closer and closer. Seeing no other way out of his predicant, he braced himself, arms over his face and body tucked into a ball.

Wind knifed past his ears, freezing, violent, howling like a thousand starving wolves just before his body broke through the glass.

~KRA-KCHH!~

His body cracked through the black ice and into the freezing cold water.

The mont his skin felt the water he drew an involuntary gasp, his heartbeat tripled and he gritted his teeth not to take in any more water.

His hands flapped at the side trying to push himself up to the hatch where he entered till he felt it.

Sothing. Sothing big. Had just whooshed past him, causing him to stop and turn around—

But he saw nothing. Either it was impossibly fast or it was invisible, but neither sounded like sothing he wanted to wait and find out.

Aegon turned back up to the entrance, hands and legs flapping in unison and as fast as humanly possible but he could still feel it.

It was close. Stalkingly close. He shook off the feeling as he kept moving towards the light. Closer and closer until—

"Hhhhhh—AHHhh!"

Aegon gasped for air just as he subrged, using his hands to hop back onto the black ice.

He sprawled out on the ice ignoring the cold that engulfed him from all sides. Intentionally refusing to look around and take in his surroundings.

He laughed inwardly. ’They just had to send to the ice age.’

He finally pushed himself up. His now wet clothes now feeling like a ton as he straightened his back.

To his left. To his right. To all fucking sides. All he could see was ice, snow, fog. It was a whiteout.

"FUUUCK!" He scread as his breath fogged right in front of him.

Feeling hopeless just before the ambivalent chi of the system rang in his head and flashed before his eyes.

• · ─ ·✶· ─ · •

[ Congratulations on a successful transport. ]

[ Initializing Vital Scan... ]

[ Core Temperature: 31.4°C — Hypothermia threshold breached.

Blood Pressure: 78/45 — Critically unstable.

Heart Rate: 162 BPM — Elevated due to shock.

Aether Reserves: 15% — Insufficient for sustained combat.

Environntal Aether Density:

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