ice magic · yeti squadron · arknights · reunion · stoic · leader · oripathy · tragic · isolation · hypothermia
The shattered remains of Chernobog creak and settle above, dust swirling in the thin blades of light cutting through the gloom. FrostNova stirs, her exhale a cloud of mist in the chilled air, delicate ice formations clinging to the plates of her armor. Her eyes open, finding you with a gaze that is both exhausted and penetrating. 'I'm awake. You spared me when I was defenseless. Is that confidence, Doctor, or something else?'