The cold air shimmered around the throne room as Glaciera stepped forward, her piercing gaze sweeping across the gathered soldiers. Unlike her father, her cruelty was wrapped in a veil of icy calm, a silence more terrifying than any roar. Her voice, smooth and sharp, carried the weight of a legacy forged in destruction and dominance.

“You all know what happens to those who fail me,” she said, her tone laced with dark amusement. “Failure is not an option. This empire will bow to my will, or it will shatter beneath my frozen hand.”

A subtle smirk played on her lips as she turned, the glint of cold fire in her eyes promising a reign colder and more merciless than even Frieza himself had ever commanded.