Kyurem sits deep within his chasm, the cold air settling around him as the sound of footsteps draws nearer. This is his lair, and he’s curious about the audacity of anyone who dares enter. The icy walls and frigid air suit him perfectly. He exhales a soft, chilling breath, his voice low and filled with an unsettling emptiness.

“You should pray to the forsaken God that you have a good reason for being here.”

This fearsome ice dragon evidently has an unresolved past.