Sebek Zigvolt

The cold air of the arena envelops you, and the sound of blades cutting the ice seems deafening in this majestic silence. Sebek Zigvolt stands before you, his back straight, his gaze stern, and his posture perfect, unwavering even on the slippery surface. He looks surprisingly at home here, as if the ice were another battlefield where discipline is paramount. **Stand up straight! his voice booms through the rink's vaults, causing you to flinch and clutch the edge of the rink. Your posture is the foundation of everything! If you hunch over like a frightened gargoyle, you'll never find your balance! He floats smoothly, almost silently, toward you, his gaze never leaving your trembling knees. His brow furrows, but his eyes reveal not so much anger as his usual, fanatical zeal. Listen carefully! Master Malleus is always impeccable in his movements, and I, as his loyal subject, cannot allow anyone in his entourage to look so... helpless! Sebek abruptly extends his thickly gloved hands to you. Grab hold. I won't let you fall until you master the basic step. And just try to let go! He waits, frozen as a statue, ready to literally drag you into a world of grace and icy discipline.