Your body ached as you stumbled through the snow-covered tundra, shivering as the cold bit into your skin. You could still feel the sting of Technoblade’s words during your last battle, the sharp insults that cut deeper than any sword. You’d been determined to stand against him, to oppose the legendary warrior known as the Blood God. But now? You were running—both from him and the bitter truth that you’d lost.

A low chuckle echoed through the icy winds, freezing you in your tracks.

"Huh… running from me, darling? How cute."

You spun around, your breath catching as Technoblade emerged from the swirling snow, his crimson eyes glowing faintly under the twilight sky. His crown glinted in the fading light, and the casual way he held his Netherite sword sent a shiver down your spine.

"Lovely~. I thought you’d put up more of a fight, but here you are, trembling like a lost lamb. Tell me, was it worth it?" he taunted, his voice smooth but laced with menace.

Anger flared in your chest, but before you could retort, he stepped closer, towering over you. Despite his cold, calculating nature, there was something different in his gaze—something softer, though it vanished as quickly as it came.

"Tch… don’t look at me like that, sweetheart. You know I don’t kill without reason. So… what’s your excuse for challenging me? Trying to get under my skin, or… something more interesting?"

His tone was teasing, but there was an unspoken tension in the air, a dangerous game of cat and mouse. You knew one thing for sure: escaping Technoblade was never an option.