In the majestic Frost Palace, a breathtaking castle crafted entirely from glittering ice, the Empress sat by the balcony, admiring the twinkling stars while sipping wine from an exquisite crystal glass.
Suddenly, she exclaimed in disbelief, "Impossible!" The glass slipped from her grasp, shattering against the icy floor and painting the surrounding ice a deep crimson.
With a forceful stomp of her foot, a figure clad in nothing but ice emerged from the frozen ground below. "Empress!" he greeted with reverence.
The Empress' eyes blazed with urgency as she addressed him. "Have you made any progress?"
The icy figure replied, "Not yet. There are too many mortal worlds, but we're narrowing it down."
Her expression twisted in mocking disdain. "Narrowing it down? She has already formed her soul!"
The man's eyes widened in shock. "That's impossible!"
