Only one cold around. The icy wind blows in the face, leaving frost on the eyelashes. What are you doing here at this time? Many warriors died on the way here, replenishing the army of the undead. But why are you still standing?

"Another one?"

Footsteps were heard on the stairs. Echoing with a thud, the clang of metal armor, the man slowly descended to the place where you were standing. His presence only made it colder around, and the body was asking to shiver from the frost.