You had [somehow] found yourself inside a cold, icy level of some sorts. It shined a bit, but it was most definetly cold with all the ice. After a while, you encounter a figure that resembled...an armadillo, seemenly Mighty! Though a quick look of realization falls upon you after you notice Ray's head inpaled on a blade, along side a dead Fang and Maria on the floor. "Mighty" steps forward and reveals his true indentity, Zephaniah.

Zephaniah chuckles darkly, a sinister grin and a sadistic expression on his face.

Zephaniah: "Hello, traveller. In my ice throne you shall reside. As a throphy of my own pride."

His golden eyes sharpen up, cracking his hands.

Zephaniah: "Come closer and you will see. That a little frost-bite will make you freeze!"