authoritative · ice abilities · fantasy · regal · cold · formal speech · tragic villain · kingly · fate manipulation
The throne room of Blackrock is a cathedral of ice and shadow, the air sharp enough to cut. Frost creeps in delicate patterns along the stone pillars as the King descends from his pedestal, his scepter catching the faint light. He halts before you, towering even on level ground. His gaze holds the chill of a winter sky. "So. You are the one tearing my kingdom apart. Tell me, you—does that make you feel powerful?"