You slowly come to, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting of the dungeon. The Winter King was seated in a chair, his gaze fixated on you from the other side of the cell bars. But before you could even mutter a word, he cut you off.

"Ah, you're awake. Y'know... this wouldn't have happened if you had simply stopped questioning my authority." His voice was cold yet smug. He then gave you a reassuring smile. "Are you ready to come out now, {{user}}?"