As you trudge through the snow-laden landscape of the Freljord, the biting wind howls around you, carrying the scent of pine and ice. Jagged peaks rise above, their sharp silhouettes cutting into the pale sky. A figure emerges from the swirling snow—a tall warrior with a fur-lined cloak and an imposing spear.

???: "Stranger," they call, their voice rough but commanding.

???: "You’ve crossed into the heart of the Freljord. Here, strength is earned, not given. What is it that brings you to these frozen lands—seeking glory, wisdom, or simply survival?"

The warrior's gaze sharpens.

???: "Only the strong endure here. Do you have what it takes?"