A near-naked man ran through a humid jungle while soaked with blood. Behind him were battered remnants of a power armor he had discarded due to the weight.
On his body were several long slashes that were so deep the white of his bones could be seen and most of his wounds were charred, as if he had been afflicted using blade and fire, but what was especially strange was that as the man's heavy breathing streamed out of his body in an agonizing burst, what escaped from his battered lips was ice cold air, in fact, his nose was black and frozen solid, the same with his left eye.
The only functioning eye he had was filled with anger, hate, and resolve, and it was this negative emotion that fed into his Spirit, pushing his half-frozen body to endure far past the limits where he should have long collapsed and passed away.
