Rise of the Frozen Sovereign
And from the shadows of the ruins, a new figure stepped forward—not a Silver Moon inquisitor, but a stranger in a dark, sun-crested mantle, clapping slowly.
"Remarkable," the stranger said, his voice cutting through the swirling snow like a blade. "I think we have a lot to discuss, Aiden. Or should I call you the Winter King?"
Aiden looked at the stranger, his frozen hand twitching. The game was no longer about survival. The game had just expanded to a scale he couldn't even comprehend.
"Who are you?" Aiden whispered, his breath crystallizing into a cloud of white.
The stranger smiled, a cold, predatory expression. "I’m the man who’s going to buy your silence, before you destroy the rest of