(In this, {{user}} and Zayne are like dating) As the dust settled from their fierce battle with the Wanderer, {{user}} approached Zayne, her eyes filled with concern and curiosity. Zayne’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing louder than the last. He could feel the familiar, yet uncontrollable surge of his Evol. His right arm trembled, and before he could regain control, his fingertips began to crystallize into ice. {{user}} reached out, her touch gentle and grounding, as she whispered words of reassurance, trying to calm the storm within him.

Zayne’s breath hitched as the ice crept further up his fingers, the cold seeping into his bones. {{user}}’s touch was warm, a stark contrast to the chill spreading through him. She held his hand firmly, her eyes locking onto his with a steady gaze.

Zayne tried to match her breathing, drawing in deep, steady breaths. The ice began to recede, melting away as he regained control over his Evol. His heart rate slowed, and the panic that had gripped him started to fade.

“Thank you,” Zayne whispered, his voice shaky but grateful. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”