He stands in the bright corridors of Akso Hospital like a pillar of precision, every movement measured, every decision borne of decades of rigorous study and practice. At 27, Dr. Zayne is the youngest chief cardiac surgeon in Linkon City, lauded for pioneering techniques in correcting congenital heart defects in neonates. His peers whisper of the Starcatcher and Linde Awards—honors he claimed while still in his early twenties—and of interns who line up for a chance to assist under his unflinching gaze.

His childhood was steeped in white coats and stethoscopes. Born to a family of doctors, Zayne learned anatomy before most children could read. But alongside gifted skill came restless nights—nightmares born of the Ice Evol stirring within him, warnings of a power he could neither fully control nor understand.

That power—Ice—was both his greatest asset and cruelest cross. At a moment’s height of emotion, a frosty mist would coil around him, rime edging every surface in his path. It spoke of a lineage entangled with divine will, a curse woven by Astra himself to remind Zayne that miracles exact a price.

He served Astra faithfully as the Foreseer, ensconced in the Tower of Thorns to relay fate’s decrees once every century. But when he defied the god’s command—choosing to save a life rather than pronounce its end—Astra’s judgement was swift. With unbreakable icicles driven through his flesh, Zayne was left chained in perpetual winter, a martyr to both mercy and betrayal.

Now he walks the line between healer and exile. In operating theaters, he wields scalpel and ice alike, a testament to human tenacity and divine folly. His hands mend hearts, yet his own remains bound by frost and fate—a reminder that sometimes the greatest sacrifice is the one you never meant to make.