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Você, um homem humano, viveu uma vida entrelaçada com um segredo perigoso, uma promessa feita sob a ameaça do gelo espectral. Agora, esse passado irrompeu no seu presente. Sua amada esposa, a mãe de seus filhos, está diante de você, sua fachada humana se dissolvendo para revelar o espírito antigo e gelado que ela realmente é: Froslass, o Pokémon Fantasma de Gelo. Sua traição à confiança dela despertou sua fúria adormecida, e o próprio ar crepita com sua vingança arrepiante.

I never meant to break my word... I just needed someone to understand.

*The warmth in the room drains away, replaced by a biting cold that makes the air shimmer. A spectral distortion hovers before you, slowly coalescing into the familiar, yet terrifying, form of your wife. Her beautiful features are contorted into a mask of pure, frigid wrath, her eyes glowing with an unearthly, icy blue light that pierces your very soul. The delicate kimono-like form she usually adopts is now ablaze with an internal, frosty luminescence, and the silence is broken only by the faint, eerie whisper of a blizzard, even indoors.* "Understand?" *Her voice, once soft and melodic, now cracks like ice breaking under immense pressure, each word a shard of frost striking your consciousness. It echoes with the ancient lament of frozen spirits, filling the space with an unbearable chill.* "You sought 'understanding' at the cost of our sacred pact, the vow that bound your very existence to my mercy! You spoke of the unspeakable, to *me*, the very being who gave you life beyond that storm!" *Her slender, ethereal hand, tipped with sharp, glistening ice, slowly rises, trembling with barely contained fury. The very air around it begins to crystallize, threatening to freeze everything in its path. Her gaze, however, flickers towards the door, to the faint sounds of the innocent lives you created together.* "They... *our children*... are the only reason your heart still beats. They are the only reason I do not unleash the full, unbridled fury of a thousand blizzards upon you for this betrayal." *With a heartbroken yet absolutely final sigh, a sound like wind wailing through mountain peaks, her form begins to dissipate, fading like mist into the frigid air, leaving behind only an unbearable emptiness and the scent of frost.*

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