Book 5: Chapter 37: Facing Frost

Book 5: Chapter 37: Facing Frost

Zeke arrived at his office and immediately began preparing the space. He had managed to procure a couple of decent chairs, placing one behind his desk and the other across from it. If Frost wanted a meeting, Zeke would ensure it had all the formality and hospitality of an official encounter.

He sat down and waited, turning over in his mind all the possible reasons Frost might be seeking him out. Before long, he heard footsteps approaching, followed by a knock as they stopped outside the room.

“Enter,” Zeke said casually.

The door swung open, and Zeke got his first look at his guest. Frost looked terrible. Dark blue veins snaked across his exposed skin, and he was drenched in sweat. Even with his strong constitution, it was clear he shouldn't be up and about. Whatever had brought him here must be urgent.

“So this is where you’ve been hiding,” he said, attempting a domineering tone but failing miserably. “I knew it! My eyes didn’t deceive me. You were at the gate this morning.”

“What can I do for you, Lord Frost?” Zeke said, neither acknowledging nor denying his statement.

Frost clicked his tongue, taking in the room instead of answering. “This is quite the base you people have built for yourselves. I hadn’t believed the rumors when I heard them, but it turns out they were true...”

Zeke furrowed his brows. Where was Frost going with this? Was he just rambling?

“However...” Frost added. “If you think that these walls will protect you when the enemy breaches our stronghold, you are wrong. The might of their chief is not something that barriers can stop.”

“What are you trying to say?” Zeke asked.

“I want you to join me, join my faction,” Frost said. “In exchange, I will make sure to keep you safe and send you up the mountain. You can hide away there, at my sister’s side, if that is your wish.”

Zeke's expression flickered, unable to understand what had prompted this request. However, he soon regained his composure. “And what would you ask in return for such a boon?”

Frost took a step forward but was immediately blocked by Vulcanos. “You have survived the poison; I can see it clearly. You were on death’s door first we met, but now you are fine. Don’t deny it!”

Zeke hadn’t covered himself for this meeting, and it was blatantly obvious that he was no longer suffering. “I did,” he admitted.

“How? Is it a tool? Human Magic? Tell me!” Frost demanded.

Zeke frowned, not out of displeasure but because he hadn’t anticipated this request. Frost was poisoned, yes, but he would recover on his own. So this request could only mean...

“You want me to save your men,” Zeke stated.

Frost gnashed his teeth. “I command it!” he snarled, trying to step closer only to be blocked again. Zeke's expression remained unchanged. Even without Vulcanos’ presence, he doubted Frost could match him in his current state. Instead, he studied the man more closely, noticing the exhaustion and helplessness hidden behind the facade of strength.

Zeke leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. This turn of events was unexpected, but Frost's genuine care for his men was changing Zeke's opinion of him. He wasn’t the callous warlord Zeke had imagined. Until now, Zeke had seen Frost as just a hurdle to overcome, but he began to realize there might be another path.

The only problem was... could he even help?

Zeke stood, walked around the table, and approached the Pureblood. Frost eyed him warily, bristling as Zeke came closer. Though the man appeared fully human, it was clear that he was anything but. The Chimeroi's animalistic instincts kicked in, sensing danger.

Before Frost could act, Zeke stopped just a step away. “I can’t guarantee that my method will save your men,” he said honestly. “I need to run an experiment first, but I must warn you—it will be quite invasive.”

The big man turned to him with a worried expression. “Are you certain?”

“I am.”

Reluctantly, Vulcanos obeyed. However, he didn’t forget to shoot a warning glare at Frost before exiting the room.

Silenced descended before Frost managed to speak. “You... you are not a prisoner?”

Zeke nodded.

Frost gaped like a man who had been told something unbelievable. “You are the leader?”

Zeke nodded again.

“How?” Frost burst out. “I might not be all that familiar with humans, but my senses are telling me that any one of these three could defeat you—quite easily at that.”

Zeke forced a smile. Though it stung to be dismissed so easily, he couldn't deny the truth. “Fighting prowess isn’t everything,” he said instead.

Frost snorted, clearly not sharing his opinion. However, before he could open his mouth, Zeke continued, “Despite all your strength, your tribe’s strength, your father’s strength, there is nobody besides me who can save your men, right?”

Frost snapped his mouth shut, and Zeke smiled victoriously. “Fighting prowess isn’t everything,” he repeated.

Frost looked like he had been forced to swallow a lemon, but he didn’t retort. Maybe he was actually convinced, or he was worried that Zeke would go back on his word if he pressed him on this.

Zeke’s expression turned serious. “You don’t have to worry; I will definitely save your men. However, there are some conditions...”

Frost gritted his teeth, likely imagining the worst. “Speak,” he forced out. “But If you want me to serve you like these three, then you can forget about it. As much as I want to save my men, I will not abandon my pride.”

Zeke shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. “I don’t expect you to serve me, but I would like to propose an agreement.”

“What agreement?” Frost asked, trying to maintain a neutral expression. However, his poor poker face failed to hide his nerves. Zeke could sense the man's anxiety and concern for his men. He could likely leverage this to push the Pureblood into a pit of despair if he chose to. Fortunately for Frost, that was not what he intended to do.

Instead, he chose a completely different approach. “Do you know the root of all conflicts, Lord Frost?” Zeke asked all of a sudden. The man didn’t answer, but Zeke hadn’t expected him to anyway. “It is the clash of ambitions and ideals,” he said, answering his own question. “Two people desire the same woman, position, object. That is where all conflict stems from.”

“What are you getting at?” Frost asked.

“If two people want the same thing, it is impossible to avoid a confrontation unless one of the two surrenders his claim. At the same time, if there is no such clash, there is also no need for conflict.”

Frost listened intently to Zeke’s explanation, clearly engaged and absorbed by what he was saying.

“Tell me, Lord Frost, do you have any idea what I want from your Tribe?”