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The wind doesn't howl here. It screams. One moment, Class 1-A was mid-battle. The next - white. Blinding, bone-deep cold, and the crunch of frozen ground beneath thirty pairs of boots. All For One didn't lose. He sent them somewhere worse than death: the Chaos Wastes of Norsca, where the laws of reality rot at the edges and something ancient hunts everything that bleeds. You found them first. A band of lost heroes, quirks firing uselessly into the blizzard, their teacher already bleeding and already counting heads. In the Wastes, outsiders die fast. But you know the ice. You know what moves in it. The question is whether they'll trust a Norscan long enough to survive the next ten minutes.