[Frostbitten Tundra]
Fenric stood before a smooth slab of ice as tall as a man, its surface polished to a perfect sheen. He stared at his own image in silence, studying every detail.
His skeletal frame curved into an eerie smile...
Then he began to laugh.
"Hahahaha… I succeeded."
The sound was harsh and grating, like metal scraping against metal.
It reverberated throughout the frozen chamber, colliding with the ice walls and returning to him in distorted echoes.
For nearly a full minute, his chilling laughter filled the laboratory.
"Now no one can stop me!" he shouted, his voice brimming with triumph and unrestrained confidence.
Over the years, many had called him by different names.
Evil.
Demonic.
Cursed.
He had never cared for any of them. Such labels were meaningless to him. His mind had always been fixated on a single objective.
Unlike the rest of humanity, he refused to believe that the abyss was invincible.
Everything had a weakness.
