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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.

Isolde

@Alvian