The deep, resonant voice of the Frostfire God echoed through Lumi's mind, filling the cavern with a palpable sense of power. The air around her seemed to vibrate with the weight of the ancient being's presence. Lumi stood frozen before the statue, her heart racing, her hand still resting against the cold stone.
"I am the Frostfire God. And you, child, are my chosen." The voice repeated, calm but firm.
Lumi's throat felt tight, and she swallowed hard, trying to find her voice. "Chosen… for what?"
Before the god could respond, Glaciel, always ready with a comment, broke in. "Hey, listen, Frosty, she just found out about all of this. Maybe ease her into the whole 'chosen one' thing?"
The Frostfire God's voice, unphased by the interruption, responded with a calm that sent a chill down Lumi's spine. "The hammer speaks. A relic of old, yet still bound to the new generation. I know your kind well, Glaciel."
Lumi blinked in surprise. "You… know Glaciel?"
