In the mist-covered mountains, the deity who governs ice and snow extended an invitation to mortals.
The Ice and Snow Goddess wasn't as forceful as She claimed; She didn't forcefully bestow Her favor upon him.
On the contrary, She offered an olive branch proactively.
"Become my devotee."
The Goddess looked at the mortal standing on the ice and slowly said:
"O child of the weak, I shall grant you my blessing."
"I will bestow upon you the power of ice, you will become the Apostle of the wind and snow, traversing freely among the glaciers."
"You will stir the wind and snow, merging yourself into the ancient glaciers, absorbing their great power."
"Your name will be sung in the Mortal Realm, and your deeds shall become legends among all beings."
"And ultimately, you will gain eternal life in my Divine Kingdom, becoming the head among my angels."
"I may even bestow more upon you, allowing you to become a god of mine one day!"
