Capítulo 37: Shattered Resilience
The Queen's eyes gleamed with a cold, calculating intensity as she spoke, her voice cutting through the frigid air like a blade. "Let me tell you, my Phase 2, The Queen's palace, first of all, creates a palace that you are in right now, and second, it's always -32 degrees Celsius. My trial is for you to not sleep for three days in such a temperature."
Arata shivered involuntarily as the icy chill seeped through his bones, his breath visible in the frozen air. He felt the biting cold gnawing at his resolve, each word she spoke making the reality of the trial sink deeper into his mind. His eyelids grew heavier with each passing second, the overwhelming fatigue clawing at him like an unseen force.
Already feeling the weight of exhaustion pulling him down, Arata sighed, a plume of mist escaping his lips. "You are a crazy one, alright," he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of admiration and exasperation. His body trembled as he struggled to stay awake, the oppressive cold sapping his strength. "You didn't even let me rest, and here I am…"
As he trailed off, the relentless pull of sleep began to take over, his head drooping slightly as he fought to stay conscious. The cold was merciless, and Arata could feel his willpower slipping away, the warmth of sleep beckoning him like a distant dream.
Somewhere else, Alex stood with determination etched on his face, his gaze steady as he bowed deeply before Commander William. "Yes, I want to train with you, Master," Alex declared, his voice firm and resolute, the weight of his decision clear in his tone.
Commander William's eyes narrowed, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he brought his cane up to Alex's face, the cold metal grazing Alex's cheek. The cane hovered there for a moment, a silent test of Alex's resolve. "Boy, you better be ready to be trained shitless because I won't be holding back," Commander William growled, his voice carrying the authority of a seasoned warrior.
Alex didn't flinch. His heart pounded in his chest, but his expression remained unyielding. "I always am," he responded, his voice low and unwavering, the fire in his eyes matching the intensity of his words.
Commander William's smirk widened into a grin, his grip on the cane tightening. "Then bring it on, boy!" he barked, the challenge clear in his voice.
Back at the Queen's Lair, inside the relentless cold of the Queen's Phase 2 ability, The Queen's Palace, Arata's vision blurred as he struggled to keep his eyes open. His body felt leaden, weighed down by the numbing cold, but he managed to focus on the Queen. With a sluggish blink, he looked at her and asked, his voice heavy with exhaustion, "You always treat your subordinates like this or something?"
The Queen's eyes, sharp and calculating, met his. "Subordinates, my enemies, everyone," she replied, her voice as cold as the air around them. "My Palace is unbreakable, Arata, and I am the most powerful and vulnerable when in my palace." Her words were laced with both pride and caution, a dangerous combination that hinted at the duality of her power.
Arata, struggling to stay conscious, furrowed his brow in confusion. "What does that mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the effort to speak taking more out of him than he anticipated.
The Queen's gaze remained steady as she explained, "I can't move from my seat, or else I will deactivate my 2nd phase. But at the same time, if someone can move in my freezing weather at a crazy speed, like a fire-type Ringmaster, it will be a hassle. I will have to fight in Phase 1 then."
Arata's mind, dulled by the cold, processed her words slowly. A small, tired smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he replied, "You know, you explaining all this, I can take full advantage of it." His voice was weak, almost defeated, but there was a glimmer of mischief in his eyes.
The Queen returned his smile, a knowing look in her eyes. "I know, but I also know you won't take advantage of this situation," she said softly, her gaze lingering on the drowsy Arata. Her confidence in her assessment was clear, and as she watched him struggle against the overwhelming fatigue, her smile widened, both amused and impressed by his resilience.
A few hours passed, and the freezing air of the Queen's Palace continued to sap Arata's strength. His eyes were barely open, dark circles forming beneath them, and his movements were sluggish, each step a battle against the overwhelming drowsiness. He glanced at the Queen, his vision hazy, and with a weary smile, he muttered, "What, you never saw a guy who's sleep-deprived before?"
The Queen's lips curled into an amused smile, her eyes gleaming with a rare warmth as she watched Arata struggle to stay awake. A soft chuckle escaped her, the sound almost foreign in the icy stillness of the palace. "You can be cute at times," she remarked, her tone teasing but with a hint of genuine affection.
Arata blinked, barely registering her words through the fog of exhaustion. "What the fuck…" he muttered, his voice so low it was almost a whisper, the disbelief clear despite his low energy. He shook his head slightly, trying to clear the sleep from his mind, but it was a losing battle. The warmth of her unexpected compliment was the last thing he needed as he fought to keep his eyes open, his mind too tired to fully process what had just happened.
Another few hours passed, and Arata's battle against sleep was becoming a losing one. His eyelids drooped heavily, and his head bobbed as he fought to stay awake. The cold air felt even colder now, and every breath he took was labored, the fatigue almost unbearable. Despite his best efforts, he would doze off for a split second, only to jerk awake, his body refusing to give in to the challenge.
The Queen watched him with a mixture of amusement and something else, a softer emotion she rarely allowed herself to feel. She chuckled, the sound light and almost playful. "Man, you are legit so funny," she remarked, her eyes sparkling with genuine amusement. "The way you try to doze off but don't because of the challenge. It's so funny."
Arata, barely able to keep his eyes open, managed a faint, tired smile. "Yeah, yeah, whatever…" he muttered, his words slurring together as sleep overtook him. "At this point…I just…want to sleep…"
His voice trailed off as his body finally gave in, and he collapsed into slumber. Before he could hit the ground, the Queen moved swiftly, catching him in her arms. The instant her hand touched him, the ice-cold air of the palace began to thaw, the frost on the walls melting as the Queen's Palace shattered around them. The freezing temperature lifted, replaced by a more bearable chill as the palace dissolved into nothingness.
The Queen looked down at Arata, his face peaceful and untroubled in sleep. She sighed softly, her expression a mixture of frustration and a hint of tenderness she didn't want to acknowledge. "Since when did I start becoming so vulnerable?" she murmured to herself, her voice tinged with a trace of sadness and disbelief. Holding Arata securely in her arms, she realized that despite her immense power, there were moments when even she couldn't remain untouchable.
"So, he failed, huh?" Lance muttered, his voice low and tinged with a hint of resignation as he stood just outside the room where Arata and the Queen were. His eyes were fixed on the closed door, his expression a mix of disappointment and understanding.
Uriel, standing beside him, nodded slowly, his gaze distant. "Yeah, he did," he replied quietly, the weight of his words heavy in the stillness. With a sigh, Uriel turned and began to walk away from the door, his footsteps echoing softly in the corridor.
Lance lingered for a moment, his thoughts swirling with the inevitability of the outcome. "Well, it was the Queen," he said, more to himself than anyone else. His voice held a note of finality as he finally turned to follow Uriel. "What were we expecting? No human can pass her test."
Uriel glanced at Lance, his expression grave as he walked beside him. "I agree," he said, the words carrying a sense of resignation. They walked in silence, both understanding the impossibility of the task Arata had faced, the lingering chill of the Queen's presence still hanging in the air around them.
A few hours passed, and Arata slowly stirred, his mind groggy as he blinked against the bright light. As he regained consciousness, he found himself lying on the cold, hard ground outside a cave. The unfamiliar surroundings caused his heart to race, and he pushed himself up, his muscles stiff and aching from the cold. "Where am I?" Arata muttered, his voice thick with confusion as he looked around, trying to make sense of his situation.
Just as he began to take in his surroundings, the ground beneath him started to tremble violently. The earth quaked, sending sharp vibrations through his body, and panic surged within him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING?!" Arata screamed, his voice echoing through the empty landscape as he struggled to keep his balance.
Before he could react, the mouth of the cave transformed before his eyes. Stone and earth shifted, twisting and groaning as they reshaped themselves into a massive, imposing door. The door loomed ominously in front of the cave, ancient and foreboding, as if it had been there for centuries, waiting for this very moment.
Arata's breath hitched in his throat as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him. His instincts screamed at him to run, but his legs felt rooted to the spot. He could feel the weight of something dark and terrible on the other side of that door, something tied to him in a way he couldn't explain. A deep, primal fear gnawed at him, the kind of fear that goes beyond the physical, burrowing into his very soul.
As the door creaked open, its ancient hinges groaning in protest, Arata's heart pounded in his chest. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the core, that what lay beyond was not just a nightmare, but a part of his past—a past he never knew he had but could no longer escape.
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