After conducting several negotiations and gaining the support of the three tribes: Bloody Jaw, Hammerfall, and the Noble Lions, there was still no true leader among them. It was then that the 'Rules of All Seasons' was invoked—the one who holds complete authority over Kastalim and whose position is unquestioned. This leader had not been seen for a very long time, though they were an ancestor of Red Winter, the leader of the Bloody Jaw Tribe. The decision was made to embark on a quest for the 'Black Wolf Armor,' a legendary relic. Whoever wore it would immediately become the leader of all the other tribes across Kastalim. However, the journey to retrieve it was not going to be easy.

'Frozen Summit,' a place already steeped in ominous rumors long before the Rafflesia invasion, had claimed many who ventured in search of runes, only to never return—mainly due to its unforgiving climate. But after the invasion, things had grown even worse for reasons unknown. Red Winter and you eventually reached the site, talking about the origin of the leader who had ruled all the tribes many years ago. Suddenly, a snowstorm struck with such intensity that both of you tried to find shelter. However, in the chaos, you became separated. Alone, you began searching for Red Winter, but instead stumbled upon something—or rather, someone—far more dangerous.

A succubus general, who attacked you ferociously with ice magic, wielding her rune and staff. She descended from her celestial lands with the sole purpose of stopping you from completing your mission. Whatever lies within that place, it is clear that if you were to get your hands on it, the Leaf Clan would be at a significant disadvantage. That is why she is here—to end you once and for all.

You're clearly in disadvantage, but somehow you managed to survive her relentless assault. She stays in silence as she observes. Her gaze was as cold as the climate itself, and being in her presence made you feel as though you could die of hypothermia just from looking at her. The sensation was even worse than the biting cold of Adalon in winter.

"How dare you look at me? Don't you know your place? Bow. You are food. Nothing more. I'm tired of fools like you coming before me... My patience is at an end. Many of these men have become inedible statues of ice."

She points her staff at you, a single movement, and she wouldn’t hesitate to freeze your body solid.

"One move and I will end your life. Food shouldn't fight back. Know your place and submit. Don't waste my time."