Days passed.
And with each passing day—
Angel changed.
Not just stronger.
Sharper.
Colder.
Something inside her was waking up.
The training ground stood beneath a dark, endless sky.
No sun.
No warmth.
Only cold winds cutting through the silence—
whispering one thing:
This is no place for weakness.
Dr. Louis stood before them.
Unmoving.
Watching.
His presence alone made the air heavier.
"Sit."
No one argued.
Angel, Elsa, and Peter sat instantly.
Obedience had become instinct.
"Two hours," he said.
Calm.
Too calm.
"In the river."
The river flowed beside them.
Dark.
Endless.
Freezing.
It didn't look like water.
It looked like something alive.
Waiting.
Peter frowned.
"You can't be serious…"
No response.
Dr. Louis didn't even look at him.
Angel stepped forward.
No hesitation.
No fear.
The moment her foot touched the water—
⚡ Cold exploded through her body.
Her breath hitched.
Her muscles locked.
But she didn't stop.
Step by step—
she walked deeper.
The water climbed.
Legs… waist… chest…
Until it surrounded her completely.
Elsa followed.
Careful.
Controlled.
She understood the danger.
Peter stepped in last—
and immediately flinched.
"Okay—this is insane!"
His voice cracked.
The cold wasn't normal.
It was brutal.
Unforgiving.
Seconds passed.
Then minutes.
The cold didn't just touch their skin—
It invaded.
Bones.
Nerves.
Breath.
Peter was the first to break.
"I can't do this!"
He rushed out, shivering violently.
Elsa stayed longer.
Her body trembled.
Her breathing uneven.
Her mind fighting.
Ten minutes.
Then—
she stepped out.
Silent.
Only Angel remained.
Eyes closed.
Still.
Unmoving.
The river wrapped around her.
Pulled at her strength.
Tested her will.
Every second screamed at her to leave.
To survive.
To escape.
But she didn't move.
Inside her mind—
A voice echoed.
Soft.
Ancient.
"Only courage can help you understand…"
Her breathing slowed.
Steady.
Controlled.
The cold changed.
It was no longer her enemy.
It was her test.
Time passed.
One hour.
Then two.
Angel didn't shiver.
Didn't break.
Didn't fail.
Dr. Louis watched her.
Carefully.
A faint smile appeared.
"Good."
Without warning—
He picked up a rock.
And threw it.
💥
It sliced through the air toward her—
fast.
precise.
"Angel!" Elsa shouted.
Too late.
Angel's eyes opened.
Sharp.
Focused.
Her hand moved.
Quick.
Effortless.
💥
The rock shattered mid-air.
Silence.
Peter stared.
"…How did she—?"
Another rock flew.
Then another.
Faster.
Stronger.
Relentless.
Angel moved.
No panic.
No hesitation.
Her body responded before thought.
💥
💥
💥
Every rock shattered.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Not one touched her.
Dr. Louis's gaze sharpened.
"Run."
The sky cracked open.
Rain poured down.
🌧
Heavy.
Violent.
Endless.
Angel didn't question.
Didn't hesitate.
She ran.
Through mud.
Through water.
Through the storm.
Each step dragged her down.
Each breath burned her lungs.
Her vision blurred.
Her body screamed.
But she didn't stop.
Faster.
Stronger.
Unbreakable.
Hours passed.
Or maybe time itself stopped.
The great hall stood silent once more.
"ANGEL!"
Dr. Louis's voice thundered.
She stopped.
Slowly turned.
Something had changed.
Not just strength.
Not just skill.
Something deeper.
"Well…" he said, stepping forward.
"You've improved."
Angel looked at him.
Unmoved.
"So what?"
A faint smile appeared.
"Good."
He stepped closer.
The air grew heavier.
"This is your final test."
Angel's eyes sharpened.
"Final?"
"Fight."
Silence.
Heavy.
Dangerous.
"With me."
Peter stepped back.
"…What?"
Elsa didn't move.
Her eyes fixed on Angel.
Watching.
Measuring.
Angel stood still.
Then—
She smiled.
Not soft.
Not kind.
Dangerous.
"Finally…"
Dr. Louis's eyes darkened.
"Don't hold back."
A pause.
"Because I won't."
⚡ The air cracked with tension.
Like a storm waiting to explode.
Angel stepped forward.
Slow.
Confident.
The burn mark on her hand—
began to glow.
Faint at first.
Then brighter.
Alive.
And for the first time—
Dr. Louis didn't look like a teacher.
He looked like an enemy.
To be continued… 🔥