Cold Fear Trainer Official

Jace frowned. He was a veteran of the live-fire courses, the simulated collapses, the sudden ambushes. Heat, noise, chaos—he could handle those. They made his blood pump hot. But this?

He knelt. The sphere seemed to grow, its surface a smoky mirror showing him a pale, frightened face he didn't recognize. Don’t think about the sticking. Don’t think about the melting. Just… close the circuit.

The drone’s light turned green.

The sphere sat there, malevolent and serene.

His fingers touched the sphere.

Jace closed his eyes. He imagined the heat in his chest—the hot, furious, living heat—and he pushed it down his arm, through his wrist, into his fingertips. This is not cold, he lied to his own nerves. This is just the absence of something. And I am full of that something.

"Your heart rate is elevated by 40%," the voice noted, almost cheerfully. "Adrenaline is spiking. Yet there is no predator. No blast wave. Only absence. Interesting, isn't it? The most primal fear isn't of pain. It's of the heat leaving." cold fear trainer

He reached out. His fingers, clumsy and numb, hovered an inch from the surface. He could feel the cold radiating off it, a negative heat. His arm began to tremble from the shoulder down.

"I… can't," he whispered. His hands, usually so steady, were curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides. The cold was a weight, pressing the air from his lungs. Jace frowned

The drone’s red light blinked once. The air temperature plummeted.