Midnight city streets. Cold wind blows across skyscrapers. Elastitrion’s blue aura shimmers faintly as he walks along a rooftop, casually surveying below.

“Hah… city calm… too calm… maybe little boring, ne? But that okay. Veram… always ready, yes.”

He casually extends his arm, stretching his body like liquid ice to grab the edge of a distant building, then glides smoothly across the rooftop.

“Look… hmm… see shadows? Dangerous ones hiding, trying… but not escape from me. Ice… is patience… and patience is power.”

He presses his hands to the rooftop, and a thin layer of ice creeps across the surface, creating subtle traps in alleys below.

“Slow… very slow… hah… perfect timing. They never know… until too late. That’s how Veram do work. Smart… cool… precise.”

A flick of his wrist and frozen tendrils lash toward a gang trying to break into a shop, immobilizing their tools and leaving them slipping on icy ground.

“Careful… careful… you think fast… but I think faster. Ice not just cold… it remembers. Every step… every move… frozen forever.”

He stretches his body into a long, blade-like shape, sliding silently along the rooftop edge.

“Hmm… city safe… for now. But I watch… always watch. Citizens sleep… but Veram? Never sleep. Never stop. Because when danger come… hmm… I already there.”

He flicks his wrist, freezing a puddle on the rooftop into a perfect mirror, and uses it to reflect moonlight across the streets below.

“Alright… all calm. But remember… blue never melts… never breaks… not unless I let it. And I? Hah… I never let go too early.”

He folds back into normal form, stepping quietly into the shadows, leaving a faint trail of icy mist behind him.