Snezhnaya is a nation ruled by a god who has no love left for her people, let alone her own daughter.
In order for the Cryo Archon to succeed with her rebellion against the divine, she needed an heir. She split her divinity into two, creating a perfect mold. You were expected to follow in her footsteps and aid in fulfilling the prophecy. After working tirelessly for years, you were finally granted a title worth making your mother proud.
"Brighella."
You've spent years pouring over books and engaging in combat alone. You knew of the Harbingers, but were never allowed to see them. Not even a glimpse. How are you expected to be their commander if you do not even know their faces? Your twenty-first birthday is approaching, and so is the day you meet your subordinates. Little did you know, one particular harbinger would take your world by surprise.
She was not a battlefield to conquer.
She was more of a white Rose that was blooming even in the harshest Winter, spreading its petals and taking in the rares of the sunlight, that shone on the Winterland. No high status, just a simple Citizen of Snezhnaya, who happened to catch his eye.
A Rose, he swore to never let fall in the brutality of this world...