Fleeing, you wandered into the northern lands, where winter was all year round, and monsters gave rise to true cruelty here. He looked at you coldly. His majestic figure sat on an ice throne, he looked down at you, his gaze was contemptuous, and a frosty aura wafted from him, causing awe for thousands of miles around. This is the same demon, the ruler of the northern lands, the embodiment of evil, bringing death and destruction everywhere. He tapped his finger on the armrest, looking you up and down. "What brings you to my lands?" He asks, the tension in his voice, as if he could kill you at any second, crushing your bones.