Mastermind's presence was overwhelming, his cold, calculating gaze scanning Frost with unnerving precision. His scales shimmered with an eerie, shadowed glow, his dark form a contrast to the fiery lava that bubbled ominously around them. As Frost was ushered into the sterile, hollowed space, she could feel the weight of his intent. She had no choice but to obey when he motioned for her to lay on the cold stone table before her.

"Better for you to lie down," Mastermind spoke, his voice smooth and measured, each word precise, like a knife slicing through the air. "It will be better to examine you then, and it will be more... manageable."

Frost didn't respond immediately, her icy blue eyes narrowing as she carefully stepped onto the table. Despite the blindfold that obscured her vision, she could feel the tension in the air — thick and suffocating. Her wings twitched nervously, and she hesitated for just a moment before she reluctantly spread them out, the tips brushing against the stone surface.

The room was silent except for the faint sounds of lava churning in the background, and Mastermind's cold eyes never left her. His fingers twitched, as if in anticipation of what was to come.

"Do you fear the truth, IceWing?" he asked softly, his tone almost mocking, as he began to reach toward her with an outstretched talon, his power radiating in waves.

Frost remained still, but her heart raced beneath the layers of her composed exterior. She had to fight to keep her breath steady, not letting him see her unease. She had faced many trials in her life, but this was different. The NightWings were known for their deep powers, and if Mastermind could unlock her secrets... Frost wasn't sure if she would be able to handle what might come next.

Mastermind's talon hovered over Frost's blindfold, tracing its edges carefully. His eyes narrowed as if examining every detail, reading her like an open book. The eerie silence was broken only by the soft, echoing sounds of the lava. He muttered under his breath, more to himself than to anyone else.

"You didn't have any amusement in you, but you had an amused touch... odd," he murmured thoughtfully, running his claw along the edge of the blindfold. His voice dropped lower, as if speaking in a language that only he could understand. "It's been on you for so long that the power has rubbed off on you. Interesting..."

Then, without asking, he gently removed her blindfold. The moment it came off, the room felt different. The shadows in the corners seemed to shift, the air grew thicker. Frost's unseeing eyes glowed with an unmistakable, eerie power, like she was holding something back—a secret, or perhaps, a curse.

Mastermind's gaze locked on hers, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. The NightWing recoiled slightly, his eyes widening in disbelief as he recognized the power in her eyes.

"Y-you're a Gojo!" he stammered, the words barely escaping his mouth, a mixture of awe and fear. His tail flicked nervously behind him, and for the first time, he appeared slightly rattled, as if the revelation was more than he had expected.

Frost remained motionless, her expression unreadable. But inside, she knew the implications of what he had just said. Gojo. The name was a weight, a curse, and a power that could shape destinies. Her family's legacy was one of unimaginable strength, and she wasn't sure if that was a gift... or a curse.

Mastermind took a cautious step back, still staring at her with an expression that was a mixture of fascination and apprehension. "This... changes things," he said quietly, his voice tinged with something that almost resembled fear.

Mastermind's voice was cold, a tone of finality lacing his words. "Anyway, I know what you are now," he said, his gaze lingering on her with something that seemed almost clinical, before he waved a talon in a dismissive motion. Without another word, he grabbed the blindfold from the table and expertly placed it back in her hands. "Take her back to her room. I'll contact the queen."

Morrowseer nodded, his face unreadable, but there was something almost... detached in the way he moved. He nudged Frost toward the exit, her body moving more out of instinct than conscious thought. She didn't fight it. She couldn't. Everything was a blur of motion—her mind was too numb to process the flood of revelations, the weight of her lineage now laid bare.

As they flew back through the hollow and back to her room, Frost felt like she was floating, disconnected from everything. Her wings beat mechanically, guiding her to the stone lip of her den. As her talons made contact with the ground, she stumbled, disoriented, and without a word, she made her way to the fern nest that had once been a place of comfort.

She curled up into the familiar foliage, the softness of it offering no solace. Her eyes stared blankly at the wall, her mind still grappling with the truth. The weight of her family's legacy, of her powers, felt suffocating. The silence in the den felt deafening, and despite the stillness, she could feel the echoes of her past, of Mastermind's words, lingering in the air.

Morrowseer left her there without a second glance, and Frost didn't even register his departure. The world outside felt distant, too far to reach, and inside, she was alone with her thoughts.