The Frost-Colossus roared, a sound like grinding glaciers. Its massive hand, thick as a tree trunk and made of jagged ice, swept toward Hanzo.
In the past, Hanzo would have frozen in fear. But now, the cold blood in his veins felt like liquid nitrogen. He wasn't shivering anymore; he was vibrating with power.
[Skill Activated: Flash Freeze Step (Rank F)]
Hanzo's feet didn't touch the snow. Instead, thin skates of ice formed under his boots, allowing him to glide across the frozen ground with impossible speed. He slid under the Colossus's massive arm just as it slammed into the cave wall, shattering rocks into dust.
"My turn," Hanzo hissed.
He gripped the Shard of the First Frost. The blade felt light, almost weightless, but as he swung it, the air around the dagger condensed into a razor-sharp crescent of frost.
Slash!
The blade cut through the Colossus's ankle like it was warm butter. Black, frozen ichor sprayed from the wound. The beast let out a pained howl, stumbling to one knee.
[Alert: Enemy is 'Slowed' by 30% due to Frostbite Effect.]
"You called me trash," Hanzo looked up at the beast, his eyes glowing with a cold, predatory light. "You and everyone who sent me here. But trash can be recycled into something deadly."
He jumped, his body spinning in mid-air. He drove the dagger deep into the monster's chest, right where its mana-core was pulsing.
"Devour," he commanded.
The dagger didn't just stab; it began to drink. The blue light of the Colossus's core was sucked into the blade, turning Hanzo's weapon from a dull white to a brilliant, terrifying azure. The monster began to wither, its massive body turning into brittle snow before crumbling into a heap.
[Quest Completed: Kill the Frost-Colossus.] [Experience Gained: +500 XP] [Level Up!] [Level Up!] [Current Level: 3]
[Soul Harvest Successful: You have gained the Skill: 'Ice Armor (Passive).']
Hanzo stood in the center of the crumbling remains. He felt stronger, faster, and much colder—not just in body, but in heart. He looked toward the sealed exit of the dungeon, the way his 'team' had fled.
"They think they left me in a grave," Hanzo said, wiping a drop of black blood from his cheek. "They didn't realize they just gave me a throne."
He looked at his character panel. His 'Broken' blade was now pulsing with a faint heartbeat. It was no longer a piece of scrap. It was a hungry god, and it wanted more.