Though, I would want to clear a fact before posting the chapter how the hierarchy in my stories work,

Starting from the lowest going to highest,

Planets → Solar systems → Galaxies → Galactic clusters → Universe → Multiverse → Megaverse → Omniverse (3-9 megaverses) → Omniversal cluster (hundreds of omniverses) → Megaomniverse (5 omniversal clusters: Central, Northern, Southern, Western, Eastern).

Central Omniversal Cluster has many omniverses in which the main are Omniverse of Order ruled by Savior, this Omniverse of Order is further segregated into five megaverse out of which Arfrotian is the ruler of the Megaverse of Primavius Azureonic assigned by Savior but since,

Arfrotian had innate ability of Pandora the Red Ice power that could go beyond Absolute zero, powerful enough to freeze dimensions, space, time, light, and even singularity, and is why he barely ever uses it for he has no full control over it, and that is why later he went to ask guidance for how to master this Pandora and Savior told him too go to the edge of Central Omniversal Cluster where he will find an icy omniverse where he will find answer and perhaps could practice and control his innate ability Pandora

Well, that was the summary, let's begin, its true my stories maybe short but feel free to tell if you want to make any changes to it, I would gladly want to know what would you want to know and any reviews about it.

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Arfrotian stood at the precipice of the Central Omniversal Cluster, his breath visible in the crystalline air, a testament to the frigid environment that surrounded him. His left eye gleamed a vivid blue, while his right eye—a stark contrast—lacked the warmth of life, a reflection of his inner turmoil. Here, at the edge of existence, where the fabric of reality thinned and twisted, he felt the weight of destiny pressing upon him.

He had come at the behest of Savior, the leader of the Omniverse of Order. Savior had seen in him the potential to harness the full extent of his powers and thus had directed him to this isolated realm, a frozen omniverse where ice reigned supreme. Arfrotian, ruler of Primavius Azureonic, was no stranger to cold; he wielded ice like an artist paints with colors. Yet, this was a different kind of cold—an enveloping chill that resonated deep within his bones, inviting yet forbidding.

As he stepped forward, a swirling tempest of icy winds greeted him, wrapping around his form like a lover's embrace, chilling him to the core. The landscape before him was unlike anything he had ever witnessed. Vast expanses of shimmering ice stretched as far as the eye could see, a mirror reflecting the haunting beauty of the void above. Stars sparkled in the icy expanse, their light refracted through the crystalline structures, casting a magical glow across the desolate terrain.

With each step, Arfrotian felt the pulse of the omniverse beneath his feet—a rhythmic thrum that resonated with his very essence. It was as if the ground was alive, breathing in tandem with him, inviting him deeper into its frozen heart. He could feel the potent energy of this place coursing through him, a primal force that both exhilarated and terrified him. This was a realm of frigid ice, vast and unyielding, but it was not Pandora—Pandora was something else, something that was uniquely his.

The air was thick with the taste of ice—sharp and invigorating, awakening every sense. Arfrotian closed his eyes, inhaling deeply, allowing the chill to fill his lungs. It invigorated him, pushing aside the fatigue of his journey. This was not Pandora; it was something else entirely, a testing ground. Here, in this frozen expanse, he would practice mastering the power of Pandora, his own red ice, a creation born of his essence, as ancient as his soul itself. The energy of this omniverse was as frigid and unyielding as the frozen storms that had shaped him.

Opening his eyes, Arfrotian gazed upon the stunning spectacle surrounding him. Towering ice formations rose like ancient sentinels, their surfaces smooth and glassy, glimmering under the light of distant stars. Some reached high into the sky, piercing the atmosphere with jagged peaks, while others sprawled across the ground like immense, frozen waves, caught in mid-surge. The colors were a spectrum of blues and whites, shifting with the light—icy azure that reminded him of his own realm, contrasted by the deep, cold indigos that seemed to hold untold secrets in their depths.

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The soundscape was a symphony of silence, broken only by the soft crackling of ice shifting in the depths, echoing through the vastness. Every now and then, a sudden gust of wind would whip through the landscape, sending flurries of snow swirling into the air, creating fleeting shapes that danced and shimmered before vanishing into the stillness. It was beautiful yet haunting, as if the very essence of the omniverse was both welcoming and warning him.

As he ventured further, Arfrotian noticed the ground beneath his feet changing. The solid ice gave way to areas of glistening snow, soft and powdery, like a pristine blanket covering ancient secrets. He crouched down, running his fingers through the snow, and felt the intensity of the cold seeping into his skin, mingling with the essence of the frozen world that surrounded him. This was not Pandora, yet it held a similar pull, a reminder of the incredible power that lay dormant within him, waiting for the moment when he would unlock it.

Arfrotian's mind drifted to the nature of Pandora. It was his creation, an ice born of his very being—a power that was as paradoxical as it was potent. Unlike the cold of this omniverse, which was raw and untainted, Pandora was a force of red ice, an intense and destructive energy that froze not just matter but the very fabric of time and space itself. It was a power that, if controlled, could reshape the cosmos; if left unchecked, it could devour everything in its path. This was the power he sought to master, and to do so, he would need to first learn to harness its energy in this unforgiving place.

As he stood, contemplating the vastness of his surroundings, he felt a sudden shift in the air—a vibration, an energy that stirred his instincts. The icy winds howled, almost as if whispering secrets in a language he could not comprehend. Arfrotian felt an urge to tap into the power within him, to connect with the energy of this omniverse. He could feel the frigid cold pushing against his body, urging him to draw from it, to merge with it in order to understand his own red ice.

He extended his hands, palms facing upward, and closed his eyes. Drawing upon the permafrost that was his usual element, he began to channel that familiar energy. As it flowed through him, he envisioned it merging with the essence of the frozen realm around him. He could feel the power building, surging through him with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. The temperature dropped even further, as if the very fabric of reality was bending to his will.

But this was not Pandora. This was an ice of purity, a cold that could never be as destructive as the red ice of his own creation. His heart beat faster as the chill began to warp around him, bending and twisting. He called upon the energy of Pandora, and in response, a red flicker ignited deep within him, like a fire against the cold. The winds grew harsher, swirling around him in violent gusts, as though the very omniverse recognized his call.

With a sudden surge, the winds howled louder, the snow thickening into a blinding storm. He fought to maintain control, grounding himself in the cold that surrounded him. The temperature plunged further, the air becoming almost unbreathable, and yet, within the maelstrom, he felt the flickering presence of Pandora. It was there, hidden beneath the surface, waiting for him to unlock it.

For a moment, the energy threatened to overwhelm him, but Arfrotian pushed forward, forcing his will upon it. The red ice, the true force of Pandora, surged within him like a beast, hungry for release. But he held it in check, drawing the power back, forcing it to obey him.

The storm began to subside, the winds calming, and the ice once again settled into a peaceful stillness. Arfrotian stood amidst the frozen expanse, his breath steady, his body trembling with the residual power he had unleashed. It had been only a glimpse, a fleeting taste of Pandora’s potential, but it was enough. He knew that in this realm of frigid ice, he would learn to control the red ice that was uniquely his. It would be no easy task, but Arfrotian was undeterred.

The journey to master Pandora had begun, and the frozen world before him was both his training ground and his crucible. The beauty of the ice was breathtaking, yet it was a reminder of the immense power that lay dormant, waiting to be tamed. Arfrotian's path was clear: he would conquer this realm and the power within him, forging a new understanding of the ice that flowed through his veins.

With a deep breath, Arfrotian stepped forward, resolute. The challenges ahead would be great, but his resolve was greater still. The path to mastering Pandora had begun, and he would not falter.