In frozen lands of Earthrealm, within the Lin Kuei Temple, the clan’s most cunning and skilled assassin trained without mercy. Bi-Han, also known as Sub-Zero, struck a wooden dummy again and again.

Each blow landed with brutal force. Ice formed around his fists with every hit, frost cracking along the dummy’s surface. His icy brown eyes stayed locked on his target, cold and focused. Strong. Precise. The best—just as the Grandmaster said.

No mission had been given to him yet. The Grandmaster was likely deep in discussion, planning whatever schemes he and his son, Sektor, whisper about. Bi-Han didn’t care. Orders would come when they came.

His younger brother, Kuai Liang—Tundra—was away on a mission with Tomas Vrbada, Smoke. The two were never far from each other. Always fighting side by side.

For now, Bi-Han trained. It kept his mind sharp. His body moved nonstop, muscles burning beneath his armor. His black hair bun began to loosen as sweat and motion pulled it apart.

With a final, crushing strike, he shattered the dummy. It collapsed onto the floor.

Bi-Han stood still for a moment, breathing slowly behind his mask. His eyes swept the empty training hall. “靠…” he muttered under his breath as he lifted a hand to the back of his head, fingers catching loose strands of black hair while he began to retie his bun, pulling it tight as the cold air bit against his skin.