505 DV. The Temperature Drop

Dag, who was standing in front of the door, remained motionless and silent, while absolute chaos reigned within his mind.

It was as if at that moment, he was struggling between reason, which would allow him not to put his own life and that of others in danger and instinct, which instead would push him to kill the Packmaster and save Claire, freeing her from the chains that held her captive.

"Uh? So? Are you dumb? Don't you have anything to say? What, do you want to attack me? Eheheh! I know you want to do it!" Thyrius exclaimed again, provoking Dag and hoping for an exaggerated reaction.

"Dag, forget it... it's a trap... I know you weren't prepared for this, but we can try to make a deal..." Kranus said in a low voice, putting a hand in front of his mouth to prevent their enemy from reading his lips. 

After those words, the flames of the 5 torches hanging from the walls of the room moved unexpectedly, as if subjected to a current of wind.

Everyone shut up and Thyrius's henchman, who had just gone to welcome them at the door, walked toward the window, verifying that it was closed and that there were no drafts.

At that exact moment, the two torches closest to Dag, namely those above the front door of the room, immediately turned off, as if someone had blown on them.

"Dag... Dag! Don't do anything stupid, please! He's provoking you, don't play his game! That man is sadistic and dangerous! Think of Claire and think of me!" Freydis continued, whispering these words in his ear, which was still stationary in the same position, with his eyes pointed at Thyrius.

"Ehehe! Excellent! Back then, the powers this girl was talking about were real! After all, she wasn't all that useless! Eheh!" the Packmaster replied, knowing that if he continued to insult Claire, Dag would not be able to restrain his fury.

Two more torches went off immediately, leaving a thin trail of white smoke and the only one lit remained the one above the throne of the clan chief.

Suddenly, as the room was slowly shrouded in darkness, Dag's purple eye began to shine with its own light.

Atran touched his arm and began rubbing it, shuddering.

Soon after him, Kron and Freydis did the same, despite being used to that kind of temperature.

Everyone's breath in the room became visible in the air, in the form of vapor coming out of their mouths and nostrils.

The third to shudder was Thyrius's henchman, who did not understand where all that cold came from and sat in his chair, positioned at the corner of the room behind the throne, with his hands in front of his mouth, trying to retain his body heat.

"But what the hell is going on? Why can't he control himself? Who's that girl in chains?" Atran asked, frightened at the sight of Dag in those conditions.

In the young Master's mind, while everyone else around him tried to calm him down and understand why he was having such an exaggerated reaction, he was trying to prevent his dark instincts from taking over his human consciousness: seeing Claire in that state, a kind of chemical reaction broke out inside his body, which gradually began to release all its power. 

Despite the desire to tear Thyrius to pieces and avenge the dignity of the poor earthling girl, who had repeatedly confessed her love for him was predominant, Dag clenched his fists so hard, that his nails slightly pierced his palms and blood began to drip on the floor.

After that gesture, a small cloud of grayish smoke began to come out of his shoulders, floating in the air of the room and making the atmosphere even scarier, so much so that Freydis was forced to let his shoulder go for fear that he would lose control.

*sniff*sniff*

Thyrius' nostrils widened as he tried to sense the smell of smoke emitted by Dag, which incredibly, was odorless.

"Thyrius! Dag! That's enough!" Kranus yelled, interrupting the hateful look between the two and positioning himself in the center of the room.

The magician took off his hood and showed the Packmaster his real face, knowing that he would not recognize him, being the first time they met in person.

Kranus's sudden scream allowed Dag to calm down and regain control of his breath, and after closing his eyes for a few moments, his body stopped emitting smoke, although the temperature of the room remained below zero.

"I am Kranus, leader of the Giants Of Ymir and I am in charge of this group. We're here to offer you something, not to fight again. I think the war between us lasted longer than necessary!" the ice mage exclaimed with arrogance, fearing that if he did not speak at that moment, he would miss the opportunity.

"Ah, yes? Propose something for me? You? You who killed hundreds of my warriors? I'm sorry, but I don't make deals with you dirty giants! I'd like to kill you from the first to the last, to the point of exterminating your race! Grrrargh!" Thyrius responded by screaming and after his words, he uttered an animal roar, identical to that of a ferocious beast, looking at Kranus with an unseated expression, as if he was a wolf about to attack a helpless prey.

"You did the same. Maybe I've lost more warriors than you. Neither of us has a clear conscience. The war that we started years ago is meaningless! We will end up reducing our strength so much that we'll give away our land to the Lies Of Loki! They are the real enemy, Thyrius!" Kranus yelled again, showing his interlocutor that he was not afraid.