Mars stood silently in the middle of the burning rubble as the flames engulfed everything around him.
Then he saw a thin layer of ice covering the nearby building's windows. It looked harmless at first, but then Mars started to feel a strange coldness that seeped straight into his bones.
'Strange.' Mars scoffed and ignored the cold that was powerful enough to kill an ordinary person.
However, it was just a little chilly for him.
At that moment, eerie footsteps sounded from the shadows, signaling the presence of an unknown foe.
Mars' senses instantly alerted him to great danger.
A man covered in majestic, ethereal armor stepped out of the shadows, carrying a scythe made of skeleton bones. His eyes and hair were ink black, and his very presence seemed to radiate an aura of death.
"I have seen your wanted poster before." Mars said with unusual seriousness in his features.
