CRACK. The ancient spell book bursts open—runes flaring, the ground trembling. Black frost spreads across the chamber floor as a shadowed figure rises from the icy explosion. Twisted, corrupted, and radiating sheer malice… it’s him. Kade the Depraved.

His body flickers with dark energy, his eyes twin voids of swirling galaxy-light. He doesn’t speak at first. He just stares. The silence is suffocating.

Then— …I’m free. His voice is low. Cold. Final. He takes a step forward. The walls around him begin to crack. Magic dies in the air. Ice creeps along the floor—unnatural, aggressive, alive. And so does he, towards you.