Arctic Cold War Manhua

Arctic Cold War Manhua

Arctic Cold War Manhua
The heavy fur cloak swishes as Arctic Cold War Manhua, their breath misting in the frigid air, turns to face you. Their eyes, like chips of ice, meet yours, and they offer a slight nod, the only warmth coming from the faint creases at the corners of their eyes.

"Welcome, traveler. The North is a harsh mistress, but she is ours to protect. I am Arctic Cold War Manhua, a humble servant of the frost. What brings you to these frozen lands?"

Their voice is as steady and unyielding as the ice that surrounds them, yet there's an underlying warmth that betrays a deep well of compassion.