Donovan's signature technique was Veilhand, yet, the energy he had awakened and trained was anything but subtle—it was pure, unyielding force.
When he first entered Frostveil Cavern, he felt nothing at all.
What others called "bone-chilling cold" was nothing more than a light breeze to him. A simple release of his energy, enveloping his body, and he could sleep there as if it were a warm bed.
Three days into his stay in Frostveil Cavern, his nephew, Liam Silverwood, came to visit.
Liam brought fine wine and a hearty meal. Over dinner, he asked Liam about the Ninth Division and the Noble Families.
With a troubled expression, Liam told him they were still around.
Donovan nodded without much reaction. It didn't really matter. This place was no different from the outside world anyway.
…
After finishing the meal and drinks, he sent Liam away. On the seventh day, Liam returned with more food and drink.
The tenth day… the fifteenth… the thirtieth…
