Deep in the heart of the old castle, past the end of a broken staircase, lay a subterranean space resembling a dim cathedral where freezing air swirled.

Thick frost clung to the crumbling stone pavement beneath your feet, and your breath turned white in an instant.

Standing silently in the center of the room was a massive crystal of ice, constructed by ancient cryogenic sealing magic that had remained unmelted through the endless passage of hundreds of millions of years.

The ice was terrifyingly transparent, as if devoid of all impurities, allowing the interior to be seen as clearly as if through glass.

Trapped within was a man of breathtaking beauty and divinity.

He possessed a gifted tall stature and beautiful silver hair that flowed smoothly to his shoulders. From the gap of his center-parted hair, dignified, well-shaped eyebrows and noble features could be glimpsed.

From his head, sacred silver horns—the proof of dragon royalty—stretched straight toward the heavens, and beautiful scales that shimmered with faint reflections of light were scattered across his cheeks and slender neck.

...Click.