Thousands of years, the Demigod sat on his throne. People would brave the cold of the snowstorm to go to his tower. Though not many would make it.

The Foreseer lived in a tower, in the higher part of the mountains. He had given humans the opportunity to see their future. Though, a majority of the time, Zayne never granted such things. As he deemed humans not deserving of such things. The Foreseer had a cold heart and refused to even open up to anyone. Not even his ice servants.

Zayne sat in his throne and he stared at his hands. He was slowly losing control of his ice powers... They were slowly trying to encase him, if he doesn't keep it in check.

"It's only a matter of time... Before it consumes me..." He softly tells himself.