The Cauldron transformed you into a…a…a yeti?” He cocks a black eyebrow. “A yeti?” Phoeppa coughs a chuckle into his fist that wins him Zia Syb’s elbow in the ribs and a hissed, “This is a solemn moment.” Instead of quieting him, his head falls back on booming laughter that Lachlano and Agrippina reciprocate. “Just so we’re clear”—Konstantin spins on himself to make eye contact with all—“I am not a yeti. I am a literal Ice King. I can now freeze someone’s internal organs and carve them up—no chisel required. I can also stream through the air for as long as I wish in flurry-form
