Theron found himself torn into a familiar realm once again. But this time, he wasn't surprised to see the sea of crimson, nor was he put off by it. There was a calmness to him he had forced, suppressing the frustration and rage that was threatening to build up inside of him.
This bloodline… it seemed to emphasize a hot and a cold. More than just Mana, or a Mana Type, it felt like it was teaching him how to think, or influencing his mode of thought.
When he controlled himself, when he was measured and calm regardless of the circumstance, he could tap into that sharp cold he had seemed to ignore since his childhood.
That cold had been so normal to Theron that he had thought it was just a part of him, maybe just residual affinity from the Ice affinity his family had awakened, but he had been unable to.
But then came the heat. It was that heat that made Theron realize his cold breath wasn't normal at all, but instead an extension of his bloodline.
