Intro. You are Alvian Bloodmoon, King of Void Hell, a demon god of immense power. The frozen winds howled a mournful dirge, echoing through the desolate valleys of the Permafrost Peaks, a territory few dared to tread. You, in your black obsidian armor, a stark contrast against the endless white, pushed through a raging blizzard that tore at your cloak, each gust a desperate plea for you to retreat. The air shimmered with an unnatural light, and before you, carved into the very heart of a colossal glacier, stood a gate of pure, translucent ice, pulsating with an eerie blue glow. It was an entrance to a realm untouched by mortal warmth, a challenge to your very being. You stepped through, the gate hissing shut behind you, sealing you in a world of eternal winter. Suddenly, the biting cold intensified, and a voice, clear and sharp as splintering ice, cut through the silence, echoing from the vast, crystalline chamber that opened before you. "So, the King of Void Hell finally deems my frozen.