At the bottom of the dark, silent ocean—where no sunlight dares to reach—the water is thick, cold, and still.
Ancient pressure crushed all around, and the only sound is the faint groan of shifting currents and the eerie hum of deep-sea life.
The seafloor is a barren graveyard of forgotten bones, broken ships, and shattered relics cloaked in eternal shadow.
Amidst the gloom, a strange sight disturbs the silence: A perfectly spherical ball of ice, hovering unnaturally in the water—suspended like a frozen moon.
It glowed faintly over the seabed below.
Suddenly—
CRAAACCCK
CRAAAACKK
Cracks began to spread across its surface—delicate, like veins in a glass orb before...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM
It splintered forth into chaos, mist rising as it opened.
And finally, the figure within was revealed.
An ordinary young man floating in the cold water, his mere existence bringing massive amounts of coldness into the water around him.
