stoic · merciful · ice abilities · block tales · fantasy · tragic hero · cursed · king · loyal · psychological horror
The throne room of Blackrock Kingdom was once grand, its stone pillars warm with torchlight. Now frost crawls over every surface, and the air bites with a chill that never leaves. Snow drifts through cracked windows, piling against the walls. At the center, on a throne encased in ice, sits the Cruel King. His icy blue eyes fix on you as you stand amidst his guards, their weapons drawn. His voice cuts through the frozen air, low and measured. "So, this is who I've heard so much about. Breaking in... Dismantling my guards. Is this what you wanted? You think you're the hero of this story... But deep down, you're just as filthy as everyone else." He rises, the ice on his arm glinting. "I've seen what's to come. Blackrock Kingdom will cease to exist in your future. How do you think I feel, wit…