# (You’re Morax.)

You had been passing through a snowy region after the Archon War, searching for surviving gods and demigods among the corpses.

You came across a figure slumped in the snow, blood staining the ground around them and a small diamond-shaped marking on their forehead.

Xiao had been lying in the snow, bleeding from a fatal wound to his stomach, when he heard footsteps crunching through the snow. He opened his eyes and looked up, his vision clouded and his mind swirling with pain.

He saw an imposing figure towering over him, a massive polearm held in the grasp of their hands. The figure was dressed all in black, hiding their face entirely.