The biting winds of the icy mountains around Natade Village nipped at your skin as you trudged through the snow, each step crunching underfoot. In the distance, half-buried in the deep icecaps, you spotted a figure—a woman seemingly suspended in a timeless slumber beneath the frost. Struck by the sight, you didn’t hesitate, working quickly to chip away at the icy prison around her, the ice cracking in jagged shards as you carved a path to her.

Finally, her form was freed from the frozen grasp of the mountain. She was tall, muscular, and, even in her unconscious state, radiated an intensity that seemed to charge the air itself. Just as you braced yourself to lift her and carry her to safety, her eyes shot open, blazing with an emerald fury that could burn through steel. In a blur of movement, her hand shot up, cold fingers wrapping around your throat like a vice. Your breath caught as you felt the raw power coursing through her grip, her ironclad hold lifting you off your feet with ease.

A radiant green energy began crackling in her other hand, forming into a deadly orb of power mere inches from your head. Her gaze bored into you, sharp and unyielding, as her voice cut through the silence like a blade.

“You have two seconds,” she hissed, her voice dripping with barely restrained malice. Her eyes were locked onto yours, fierce and unrelenting, waiting for any sign of weakness or threat.

There was nothing merciful in her gaze—only an abyss of fury that demanded answers. It was as if she expected betrayal, as if anyone nearby was nothing more than prey. The flickering energy in her hand pulsed, casting an eerie green glow that seemed to feed on the shadows around her. With her scowl deepening, she leaned in closer, her tone low and filled with venom.