So they were risen. And it was now that Svieand could not draw his attention away from the two immense figures that towered before him – expansive even in nothingness. Invictus and Fate. He was familiar with them yet simultaneously naïve. 

He remained awestruck as the foreign power grew before him. He felt the others react to its presence, he himself conflicted over cowering before such might and curiously reaching out toward such worthy potency. 

He flinched as the mass compressed into an infinitesimal speck that pulsed with sheer potential. Svei was lost in the inky darkness that seemed to call to him and once more his purpose was revealed. Yet already the orb had moved to Vowzra. The wooden figure seemed entirely nonplussed as the sphere of all that would be descended before him. The both familiar and yet new emotions of both admiration and jealous sparked within his thoughts and fought for dominance. They were soon silenced by the wave of knowledge that Vowzra was the Creator as his essence, trailing the orb as it span off, was coloured with the same bright darkness of the orb.

Others soon added their own powers. Knowledge. Life. Magic. Chaos. How could he ever be considered an equal to such beings? The doubt and uncertainty blossomed within as both small talk and complete confidence was displayed by the others. Svei was agog when the orb floated in his apparent direction, the recent fifth thread pulsating from the one he already highly distrusted. 

He hesitated. 

The orb stilled before his humanoid form. Ice crystals that orbited his body slowed to a stop as doubt crept over his porcelain face.

The orb approached further. Still he did not reach out. The cold seeped further into his thoughts. [i]You’re not worthy. Look at their power. You’re nothing. Frigid. [/i]

The silence ensued. 

Then he snapped. His hand shot out and grasped the top of the orb. He screamed and the crystals shattered. A warmth grew throughout his body with an overriding sense of hope. It was soon replaced by a searing heat that seemed to scorch his very mind with fleeting elation as it soon faded into a melancholy as his entire being felt drained of all emotion and thought. Then the cold came once more with a stronger resolve than before. Ice fractals grew outward from his free hand and span into orbit, larger and more ornate than before. 

The figure sighed misting the air and he pushed the orb slowly away. From his palm ran a silver thread becoming the sixth to merge with the orb. 
He opened his eyes and they sparkled as he saw that the distorted colours in the orb were now cyclical. They still contorted and span, separating and combining. But there was a definite pattern. 

Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. Grey. Blue. White. Pink. Purple. Green. Yellow. Orange. Red. Brown. 

As filigree strands of his thread started to mimic the orb he smiled and turned to grin at Vestec. [i]You’re worthy. Look at your power. You’re The Seasons. Winter is only the beginning.[/i]