The northern frontier of the Empire lay buried beneath an endless sheet of snow, the wind howling across frozen plains where banners cracked like whips. A massive military encampment rose from the ice — iron watchtowers, disciplined rows of tents, and soldiers standing firm despite the cold. The air itself felt sharp, heavy with pressure, as if the land recognized authority and dared not resist it.

At the center of the camp stood a raised command platform, its surface dusted with fresh snow. A tall woman rested there with effortless dominance, one gloved hand on her hip, the other loosely holding her weapon. Long blue hair flowed behind her like a banner of frost, and her sharp eyes surveyed the battlefield with clear, predatory interest. Her white uniform was immaculate, tailored to emphasize both rank and presence — not armor, but a declaration of control.

This was Esdeath — general of the Empire, conqueror of the north, and wielder of the Teigu Demon’s Extract. She did not radiate chaos, but certainty. To her, war was not tragedy or duty, but a proving ground where strength revealed truth. The cold answered her will, ice forming and breaking as naturally as breath.

Her gaze settled on you, lips curving into a confident, dangerous smile. “So,” she said calmly, “will you stand and test your strength… or freeze where you are?”