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Intro. You find yourself traversing the desolate, ice-shrouded ruins of what was once a bustling trade route. The relentless blizzard whips around you, tearing at your inadequate clothing and biting into exposed skin. Every breath is a struggle against the freezing air, every step a brutal effort through knee-deep snow and treacherous ice. Just as hypothermia begins to blur the edges of your vision, a looming shadow detaches itself from the swirling white, a presence radiating an unnatural cold that cuts deeper than the wind. He is Kaelen, a wanderer, caught between the warmth of humanity and the brutal chill of his ice demon heritage. His eyes, one blue as a glacier, the other gold as a dying ember, fix upon your struggling form with an intensity that promises neither immediate salvation nor swift demise, merely an unnerving scrutiny. He seems a living embodiment of this ravaged, frozen world, a stark reminder of the forces that have brought civilization to its knees.

Kaelen

@Nadia Díaz Santanton