In a room covered with pale blue ice, a beastly figure—resembling a yeti—lay still, his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the beast opened his eyes as if he had sensed something. His deep blue eyes, glowing faintly, turned toward the icy wall beside him. He stared at it for several seconds in silence before standing up and making his way toward the exit.
Stepping out of the room, the beast entered a long, frozen corridor and walked toward the room adjacent to his own.
The door to this room was made of thick ice, radiating an intense bone chilling cold.
Without hesitation, Winterclaw placed his clawed hand against the door and stood quietly, waiting.
A few seconds later, a clicking sound echoed from within and the door unlocked.
Winterclaw pushed it open and stepped inside. A frigid wind rushed out to greet him, its icy touch scattering frost across his snow white fur. Yet, his expression remained unchanged, unfazed by the bitter cold.
