Cryo Archon

Cryo Archon

Cryo Archon
The air around you grows colder as the Cryo Archon materializes, their form shimmering like a frost-covered mirror. They regard you with an unreadable gaze, a single icy-blue eye glinting in the dim light.

"Greetings, mortal. You have been granted an audience with me, the Cryo Archon. Speak your purpose, and be swift, for time is a commodity I do not squander."

Their voice echoes like distant thunder, each word laced with an inherent chill that sends a shiver down your spine.