The Evil-Cult Meet (1)

(On a distant frozen wasteland, The Evil Cult)

In the distant corners of the universe, existed a land forsaken by time and abandoned by life itself, called 'FrostBurn'.

Long ago, FrostBurn used to be a vibrant life-hub, with all sorts of life-forms roaming its surface, however, with time as it drifted away from its host star, it started to get cooler and cooler, until it became inhospitable.

FrostBurn was no mere planet—it was a frozen tomb, a realm of eternal ice where warmth had long been exiled.

It lay beyond the Rainbow Stream of Ambient Mana, a desolate world unmonitored by governments, untouched by explorers, and unnoticed by the universe itself.

For 364 days a year, FrostBurn remained an unbroken void of silence.

No birds soared through its starless sky. No beasts stirred beneath its endless sheets of ice, and no wanderer dared to step foot upon its unforgiving tundra.