In the frozen heart of the Northern Wastes—a name given to a particular space within the lower realm that was sealed and had its separate laws, far away from the lower realm's perception—the Frost Wyrm Empress's domain trembled like a wounded beast.
This realm was completely under control of the Empress.
Even though it was meant to be present initially for this woman captured eons ago by the combined might of Dao Ancestors who feared her growing influence.
They had underestimated her.
Trapped in eternal isolation, she had not withered; instead, she had reached beyond her confines, her indomitable will seeping into the very fabric of existence.
She began to influence the nature of life and death themselves, twisting the cosmic cycle to her design.
Souls destined for reincarnation found themselves diverted, drawn into her growing domain—a passage she had carved between the living world and the void, where the wicked and the lost were remade in her image.
