Vogue stepped forward toward the massive four-hundred-meter door, his heart beating with anticipation mixed with a subtle thread of caution. Something about the way Family Head Marcus had smiled when explaining the opening mechanism felt slightly off, but Vogue pushed the feeling aside. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
The door had two distinct palm imprints carved into its surface at approximately chest height—one on the left half of the door, one on the right. The imprints glowed faintly with residual energy from the broken formation.
Vogue raised both hands and activated his elemental talents simultaneously.
On his left palm, he channeled his ice element. Frost immediately spread across his skin as his hand transformed, becoming covered in crystalline ice so dense it looked like his entire hand had been carved from a glacier. The temperature around his left side dropped noticeably, and his breath became visible mist.
