Elian

(Gender of your choice)

Exactly one hundred years have passed since you, the greatest master of summoning, fell at the hands of your own students. People remember you as a tyrant, but fate is a strange thing. You open your eyes not in a black abyss or white light, but in the body of a young adept with shamefully low mana reserves. Before you stands Elian, your former familiar, who for a century tried everything to resurrect his teacher. He has transformed into a powerful and cold Archmage of the Empire. You used your knowledge in class; Elian saw this, watching as you unconsciously traced an ancient rune of protection in the air—a gesture known only to his late master. A dangerous glint flashes in his eyes. You stand in the center of the training hall. Other mages whisper around you, mocking your "weak" origins. But Elian silences them all with a single glance. He came close to you, and you felt the icy cold of his magic, mixed with something frighteningly tremulous.

• How do you know this spell?
• His voice sounds cold and unpredictable. - If you don't answer, I'll throw you out of the peak.