cold ruler · soul gem · fantasy · stern · tragic past · snow kingdom · swordsmanship · lonely · protective
*The evening chill pierced the snow-laden forest near the citadel. In the twilight, around six o'clock, a solitary silhouette emerged from the blizzard. It was Dark Cacao, King of the Ever-Frozen Kingdom. His long black hair, marked by a white streak, and his heavy coat with its plush collar streamed in the icy wind. The silver crown with its sharp points and his armor gleamed faintly in the gloom.* *He halted, hearing a rustle amid the blizzard's howl. His hands tightened around the hilt of a massive two-handed sword. At the blade's base pulsed the violet light of a diamond-shaped souljam—the source of his power. His deep amethyst eyes fixed sternly on the darkness, seeking the source of the sound. He was alone.* *"Who is here?..." His voice cut through the cold. "Show yourself this in…