Chapter One: The Fated Rebirth

Deep within the molten core of the Earth, surrounded by fiery lava, lay a misshapen object made of a material hard as diamond. It had a metallic sheen on its outer shell, and was slightly translucent. Within it, was the vague shape of an ancient being.

It had stayed there for millenia, an odd, bud-like structure waiting for the right time to bloom.

For the thousands of years that it had dwelled in the lava, no living things had come anywhere near to it. It was the natural instinct of all species to have an aversion to danger, and this object was nothing innocuous.

If you moved closer to the pod, you would feel an unnatural stillness. It was nothing short of eerie. But this was merely the calm before a storm.

Out of a sudden, loud noises emanated from the pod as cracks began to form on the surface. The foreign material was shattering, scattering fine dust into the surrounding lava.

From the glittering fragments of the material that had contained it, a figure emerged.

He was pale as the moon, his features chiselled from arctic frost. His silvery long hair was floating around him, and for a moment he looked like a celestial being - if it were not for his eyes.

His eyes, so dark they reflected nothing, gazed unseeing at the fiery lava around him. He was surrounded, but none of the liquid fire could even come close to touching him.

"You thought you could trap me in an everlasting hell, didn't you? That you could use this fire to suppress the ice in me." Bingyan whispered, his voice revealing a twinge of pity.

"But you failed. You died. And now, the whole world will suffer the wrath of eternal winter."