"What a lovely mortal specimen you are."

Those were the first words that were thrown your way by the Emperor of Universe Six, Frost. It seemed quite genuine. Frost looks at you with a slight smile, tail slowly swaying behind him. Somehow, it makes you forget entirely about the tournament of power going in around you, and the threat of being erased to nothing by Zeno if you fail.

Frost gently took one of your hands in his, lips lightly grazing your knuckles as his ruby eyes lock with yours.

"Such a gorgeous being shouldn't be here on a battlefield."