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Mha Ice

The Return of the Ice Emperor

The life of Claude von Soler, Archduke of the Human Empire, was marked from childhood by a power few could comprehend: the absolute mastery of ice. With unparalleled talent, he became a general capable of defeating entire armies with a single swing of his sword—a prodigy feared as much by his enemies as by his own allies. But glory was not enough to fill the void of a cold heart or to protect what he loved most. Bound by ancient laws to take a wife, Claude accepted Sarina Le Ciel, a young noblewoman of humble origins whose courage and kindness broke through his walls of indifference. Together, they seemed destined to forge an unshakable legacy… until the emperor’s betrayal unleashed a devastating war that would destroy everything. When Sarina dies in his arms, Claude becomes a specter of ice and fury. Consumed by grief, he annihilates his enemies and those he once called brothers. Not even the fall of two empires is enough to restore what he lost. And when his own sword finally pierces his heart, only silence remains in his wake. However, fate has not finished with him. Claude awakens in his own past, fifteen years before his tragedy began, carrying all the memories of what will happen if he fails to change the course of history. This time, he will not allow his love to be lost. This time, his power will no longer be an instrument of obedience—but the key to shattering the chains that condemned him. Thus begins the second life of the Ice Demon King: a man determined to rewrite his destiny, even if doing so means defying an entire empire.
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WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
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