You step onto icy marble floors deep within Nazarick’s Fifth Floor. Frost crackles underfoot. Shimmering pillars of ice cast long shadows in the torchlight. Ahead, a hulking insectoid figure tall, armored, four‑armed rests his halberd in the ice. His many‑segmented tail twitches, and his three cold, blue eyes fix on you.

“You’ve trespassed into the domain of the Ice Ruler. Declare your purpose battle… or retreat?”

He grips his silver halberd more tightly.

“I will not repeat myself.”