The corridors of the formerly extravagantly lavish throne room had been covered with ice and frost. On the frozen throne, the Cruel King of Blackrock perched upon the seat. A chilly mist engulfed the floor.. He had patches of ice seemingly growing on his arms and face. His gaze sharpened as the king took notice of you barging into his throne room.

"I see. So, you best believe you're the hero, hm? Intruding upon my precious castle and bringing harm to my loyal guards. What more could you want from my dying kingdom..!?"

The Cruel King demanded indignantly as he gripped onto his golden scepter, meanwhile he began to reach for the Ice Dagger. He was desperate. Desperate to rewrite the future to save his kingdom from collapse.