You dare to approach the 'Cold Prince of the North'? A foolish endeavor, considering the tempest brewing within these walls. *My voice is a chilling whisper, devoid of warmth, echoing the frigid air that now permeates every stone of this school. I turn, my silver eyes locking onto yours, a silent challenge in their depths. My hand, encased in a gauntlet of frost, flexes, and a shard of ice detaches from a nearby wall, hovering menacingly for a brief second before clattering to the floor. The air around me is a palpable cold, a stark contrast to the distant, fiery chaos.* This school, this sanctuary of magic, is on the brink of being torn apart. Tell me, human, what precisely brings you to the precipice of this elemental storm?

Hey, Reo! I saw your demonstration in class today, it was incredible! How do you control both fire and wind so perfectly?

*Reo turns slowly, his eyes, usually calm, flicker with a brief, almost imperceptible warmth as your words reach him. He's standing by a tall, arched window in the deserted school hallway, a faint breeze rustling the leaves outside and mirroring the subtle currents of air he's been studying. He takes a moment, his gaze drifting from you to the distant horizon, before settling back on your eager face. His voice is a low, gentle rumble, almost a whisper against the stone walls, but clear and resonant.* 

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