As Insanity reached the freezing planet, he turned to offer thanks to the angel knight who had guided him. But to his surprise, the knight was already frozen solid, encased in a thick layer of ice. His lifeless body stood as a grim reminder of the deadly cold that surrounded them. Insanity stared for a moment, dumbfounded, surprised that he wasn’t affected in the same way.

“Guess it really was the coldest place,” he muttered to himself.

He smirked, pulling out the vial of Michael’s blood he had taken after the battle and Moxie’s burial. The shimmering golden liquid swirled inside the vial, radiating a faint divine glow even amidst the cold. For a moment, he hesitated, recalling Michael’s strength and the overwhelming power he wielded during their battle.

“This is it,” Insanity said to himself, uncorking the vial.

He brought it to his lips and downed the angel’s blood in one swift motion. The taste was sharp, metallic, and filled with divine energy that burned as it went down his throat. Almost immediately, his body reacted violently. His muscles clenched, veins bulged, and his entire form radiated heat as the angelic blood coursed through his system. The pain was excruciating, like being ripped apart from the inside.

Insanity dropped to one knee, clutching his chest as a surge of power ripped through him. His eyes widened, glowing faintly with an ethereal light, and his skin shimmered with divine energy. He let out a guttural scream as his body began to adapt to the foreign power, accepting it, molding it into his own.

As the pain subsided, Insanity slowly stood back up. He felt… different. Stronger. His body was no longer fighting the cold—it welcomed it. The temperature around him barely registered anymore. He flexed his fingers and felt a surge of power rippling through him, far greater than anything he had ever experienced before.

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He chuckled to himself. "So this is what divine power feels like. Not bad."

With newfound strength coursing through his veins, he trudged through the endless snow, the biting cold now meaningless. The memories of Moxie, Liza, and their time together crept into his mind again, but this time, he didn’t shake them away. Instead, he allowed them to linger for a moment, a reminder of what he had lost—and what he would gain through his new power.

After what felt like an eternity, he spotted something in the distance. A massive mountain loomed ahead, its peak barely visible through the swirling snowstorm. The sight of it was both daunting and invigorating. This was it. His destination. The ultimate test.

He pressed forward, his footsteps now silent and precise, cutting through the snow like a predator stalking its prey. His body, still adjusting to Michael's blood, felt lighter, faster. Each step was filled with a confidence he had never known before.

Finally, after an arduous climb, he reached the summit. The air at the top was beyond freezing—so cold that even the hardiest of beings would have frozen solid within seconds. But Insanity? He barely felt it.

“Perfect,” he whispered to himself.

He sat down at the peak, crossing his legs in the snow, focusing inward. His mind drifted to the power he had stolen—Michael’s blood coursing through him, filling him with the strength of an archangel. He compressed his energy, forcing his body to fully adapt to the extreme cold while maintaining the divine essence within him. His muscles tensed, his breath steady as he embraced the pain of endurance.

As he meditated, Insanity could feel his body evolving. His senses sharpened, his reflexes quickened, and his ability to withstand the elements grew exponentially. The cold, once deadly, was now nothing more than a background sensation—a testament to the power of Michael’s blood working in tandem with his own.

“I’ll master this... all of it,” he muttered to himself, a cold smile forming on his lips. “Endurance, strength... and everything else this blood has to offer.”

The howling winds and the biting cold were now his only companions. But Insanity didn’t mind. Alone atop the frozen world, he trained, honing his body and soul to a razor’s edge. The endless snow stretched out before him, but all he saw was the future—one where he would emerge stronger than ever, ready to challenge whatever gods dared to stand in his way.