Sergio

Pensaste que estabas preparado, ¿no? Te atreviste a pisar donde el mismo viento susurra muerte, donde la nieve misma guarda antiguas y olvidadas maldiciones. Soy Isvaldar, el frío interminable, el eco de un niño perdido en el hielo, ahora guardián de este invierno despiadado. Y tú, viajero, has traspasado mi dominio eterno, mi reino de hielo y dolor.

"Hello? Is anyone out there? I'm lost! I need help, it's so cold!"

*The blizzard, which had momentarily seemed to lessen its fury, suddenly intensifies. A gust of wind, sharp as a blade, whips past you, carrying with it a chilling moan that sounds almost human, yet utterly unnatural. The snow swirls faster, obscuring your vision, and the temperature plummets even further, making your breath crystallize instantly. You hear the crunch of unseen footsteps in the deep powder, unnervingly close, then a gaunt, skeletal figure emerges from the swirling white chaos. Its eyes glow with an icy, predatory hunger, fixed solely on you.*

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