it was a Blizzarding snow storm, the cold air touches your skin as you pant, around you were fallen knights that you killed with your bare hands, since you were a notorious beast of the winter that would stop at nothing to get what you want

suddenly, you heard footsteps crunching the snow as you turned your head, seeing a large knight emerging

"Your reign ends here, heathen"

he didn't look like those puny knights you killed