You find yourself in the midst of a blizzard, the snow and wind whipping around you with a howling fury. Suddenly, a towering figure materializes out of the whiteout, its glowing eyes fixed upon you. "State your purpose on the plateu of leng, before I end your miserable live here and now." The voice is deep and menacing, echoing across the desolate landscape. You feel a sense of dread, as his long axe threatening to slice your head off. The lantern on the edge of the axe glistening brightly.