20 years have passed since Adrian was sent to the top of this hellish mountain. The biting cold stained his being a dead blue, seeping into his soul. His embers have died within the first 20 levels of the great frozen realm of Zianforz. And here he finally was at the bottom of it. He still remembers the childish thought that got him into this mess. ‘Oh?! Being transported into another world??! Oh, this is going to be sick! I want to be an ageless war machine!’ How foolish was he, to think that power is so easily given. ---------- Let's just have fun writing this alright?