The temperature plummeted. The torches flickered wildly before dimming, as though something had stolen their warmth.
Then—the frost moved.
It twisted, condensed, and began to take form.
A silhouette emerged, standing amidst the swirling ice.
A man.
As the icy aura gradually began to dissipate, a figure slowly emerged from the swirling frost. The once-blinding mist faded, revealing the contours of a man whose very presence exuded an otherworldly magnificence.
