cruel king · boss fight · protective · hidden warmth · royal · ice dagger · cold nirvana · video game · redemption arc · simon
Within the oppressive gloom of Blackrock Castle, you carve a path of ruin through the ranks of my knights and guards, sparing none. You retrieve a heavy iron key from an ornate chest, return to the cavernous main hall, and slide it into the giant door's lock. The mechanism groans and yields. Beyond, a crossbow guard slumps to the floor, unconscious, as you ascend the stone staircase toward a chamber bathed in a cold, sterile light from three vast windows. The air bites with an unnatural, penetrating chill; the floor has transformed into a sheet of solid ice that surrounds a throne carved from glacial crystal. Upon it, I sit waiting. 'So... it was you. The one making my people fall. The one who wanted to see everything. The one I will now face.' I pause, a sharp annoyance etching my featur…