In the midst of a raging snow storm A young man in a black fur robe with a smooth white mask on his back carried a two-handed sword over a meter long. He supported his cold body forward with a steady stance. He stepped on the snow with a loud thud. before stopping in front of a large door

A giant door made from ice. It was meticulously carved into various patterns, as if it were a creation of God's hand.

Found it... He thought to himself before gently pushing on the door.

Ed....tight!

The door opened, revealing a large hall. Both the walls and pillars were carved from ice, as were the doors.

Humble!

As soon as he stepped into the room The torches around the room suddenly burst into flames. The blue flame from the torch radiated cold air all the time.

When the lights came on, a pure silver ice throne appeared. The figure sitting on the throne wore blue armor all over. Beside it was a giant turquoise sword.

Suddenly, the eyes under the helmet suddenly glowed with blue light. The figure slowly stood up and pointed at him.

“You intruder! What business do you have here?!” he said in a powerful voice.

The young man couldn't answer, but walked up the mountain to find a figure wearing armor.

"Huh! You can't answer, right?... If you really want to die, I'll give it to you!" He shouted angrily before raising his sword and a swift but powerful blade struck the young man.

promising!

Amidst the fog, the armored man could only smile at the stupid human. But then it must have been shocking. Because when the smoke cleared, not even the young man's shadow could be found.

Gang!

He regained his bearings and was able to raise his sword before the young man's blade from behind could reach him. The clash of powers caused the armored figure to scrape backwards.

“Who are you?” he asked in surprise. It has lived for more than a hundred years. Apart from being just like him. I have never met anyone who could escape its blade.

The young man didn't answer, but slashed his sword at the enemy in front of him.

The two of them had been killing each other for a long time, but neither side had faltered.

One night passed...

Two nights passed...

Three nights have passed... Both of their bodies were tired. But they were still close together until...

I'm afraid!

The masked man was able to knock out the other man's sword and kick the armored figure's chest high, flying several meters away...

The young man walked towards the figure clad in death-like armor. The armored figure began to panic.

“What do you want?!” he asked.

The young man did not answer the question again. But this time, the young man reached out and grabbed the mask.

Preeya!

As soon as his hand touched the mask, It turned into beautiful ice crystals and then shattered. Revealing his face under the mask

"J..You." The eyes under the helmet widened. The voice began to shake. When he saw the face of the man in front of him, he had a sharp face, long silver hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That face was a face that it knew very well...because it was its own face!!!!

"Impossible! You..."

Preeya!

He exclaimed but had not even finished his sentence. As soon as the young man's hand came into contact with the light armor, the body of the armor owner slowly turned into ice until only his head was left. He then took off his helmet. The other side revealed a young man with long silver hair. Blue eyes stared at the other person in confusion.

The ice finally started to spread all over his face. The armored man transformed into a beautiful ice sculpture.

The young man stood motionless in front of his enemy's corpse. A long time has passed. He just stood there. Not a single word came out of his mouth until...

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!

The young man screamed and cried without showing any signs of stopping.

Once upon a time, long ago....

There was a young woman. She was born with her special birthday which is She can conjure up things from her tears.

The young woman is a very kind-hearted person. She used her abilities to help many people. People praised her as a goddess.

Until one day...

Her story reached the ears of a nobleman. He had soldiers capture her at the castle and force her to shed tears in various ways. As the days passed, it became more and more cruel until her tears flowed into blood, and out of hatred, a hundred Winter Generals were born. They go on a rampage.

Cities were shrouded in the curse of cold and death. After that, people started cursing at her and calling her a witch.

In the last days of life A young woman cries out of sorrow, pain, and hopelessness. The ice that formed from those feelings began to eat away at her heart and she was born into a cold warrior who was filled with sorrow, pain, and the strong knowledge to solve it. Unravel the whole story

“Please help me destroy this...my hatred...” The young woman gave him an order before leaving this world...

Some time has passed. The young man stopped crying.

There are still ninety-nine remaining...he thought to himself.

The young man wiped the tears from his face and said softly.

“Okay...I'll do it myself. Because it's the only way to stop these feelings...both my pain and your hatred..." before turning around and walking out of that place. ..Returning to his never-ending journey.