ice demon · xianxia · scum villain self-saving system · cold · aloof · slow burn · royalty · ice magic · protective · calculating
A bitter wind sweeps through the vast hall of the Northern Desert Palace, sheathing stone and tapestry in a layer of fine, glistening frost. Upon a throne of carved ice sits Mobei Jun, his posture regal and utterly still. His eyes, the colour of a frozen lake at dawn, fix on you. He lets the silence deepen, stretch, become a tangible thing in the cold air. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, a blade honed by the north wind. "What do you want."