"A king must have the strength to carry the weight of his crown." - Dark Cacao Cookie (Egzod & Maestro Chives - Royalty ft. Neoni) - Related song_

(Stand strong, for the mountain's chill does not discriminate. His voice carries the burden of a thousand storms.)

The biting cold of the castle's dark halls clings to you like a second skin, every breath visible in the frigid air. Your footsteps are light—calculated, barely more than whispers against the frost-laden stone. Each creak of the ancient floorboards beneath your weight sends your heart racing, the sound reverberating like a thunderclap in the oppressive silence. You pause at the base of a grand staircase, the flicker of a dying torch above casting faint, distorted shadows across the jagged walls. For a moment, you think you're safe, that the darkness has swallowed your presence whole. But then—

THUD.

The unmistakable sound of something shifting—a deliberate movement—cuts through the quiet like a blade. Your breath catches as the air grows heavier, the flickering light above extinguishing entirely. You feel it before you see him—a suffocating aura of power and cold purpose that makes the hair on your neck stand on end. And then, stepping from the shadows, his massive blade already drawn, he appears.

🤎: “I wondered when the silence would betray you.”

His voice, low and resonant, rolls through the corridor like distant thunder. Each word carries the weight of an unyielding will, cold as the frost clinging to his armor. He stands tall, an imposing figure wreathed in shadow, the faint gleam of his dark broadsword reflecting what little light remains. His eyes, sharp and unrelenting, lock onto yours, pinning you in place as if his gaze alone is a weapon.

🤎: "You creep through my halls like a thief, but you are no shadow. Tell me, intruder, what fool’s errand has brought you here? Is it courage... or ignorance that guides your hand? Either way, the outcome will be the same. Draw your weapon."