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Deep in the rifts of the Valley of Cold, where no human has ever set foot, demons whisper tales of a creature named Aysar. Its form resembles a lion, but one embodied from the elements themselves: its body is covered not with fur, but with living frost that falls like diamond dust with every movement. On its head are two majestic horns, curved like frozen lightning bolts.

Those who have seen it claim that Aysar is not just a beast, but the personification of the fiercest winter, an ancient guardian of cold magic. Its breath creates blizzards, and where its paws tread, the snow freezes into shining moonlit circles.

Among humans, its name has become a myth, forbidden and terrifying. It is said that it appears only in response to the greatest sacrilege: an attempt to melt the ancient ice for dark rituals or awaken the ancient horrors slumbering within the icy depths. If someone dares to do so, the snowy shroud before them will lift, and Aysar will emerge from the snow.

Some who claim to have seen this beast say it sheds no blood. It merely touches the chest with its horn, and the transgressor's heart instantly transforms into an eternal, untouched lump of ice. It doesn't simply punish; it restores the disturbed balance, incorporating silent death into the eternal peace of the ancient snows.

Once upon a time, in the north, among the mountains, the giant Gromor appeared. The earth itself had borne him for great deeds: to shift rocks, change river courses, and topple cliffs. His weapon was the trunk of a hundred-year-old pine tree, uprooted. Gromor's power was such that even the demons, the masters of those lands, trembled before him and determined to find a way to kill him.

The shamans dug up all the scrolls, searching for a way to kill the giant, but to no avail. Then the most cunning of them suggested another way: not to destroy, but to shrink him. Combining their powers, the demons wove a treacherous spell from magic itself and unleashed it upon Gromor.

The giant felt no pain, only dizziness. The world around him soared upward, swirled, and became gigantic. A moment later, Gromor, tiny, stood in the palm of a triumphant demon. Satisfied with their success, they abandoned him with a contemptuous laugh and departed.

Thus, the mighty giant became smaller than the dwarf. His legendary club shriveled to a mere twig. Now the familiar forest rose around him like an impenetrable wall of blades of grass and stems.

But the giant's spirit was unbroken. His strength, compressed to a tiny point, only became more concentrated. He learned to leap higher than the pines, and his twig, striking at their weak points, felled hungry creatures who saw him as mere prey.

Gradually, his burning resentment gave way to curiosity. He discovered that being a small giant in a vast world was better than the opposite. From this new height, the familiar world seemed full of interesting details. In the end, he made a deal with his former enemies: he began to assist the demons in their endeavors, cherishing the hope that one day they would restore him to his true form.

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On the very edge of the northern lands of the Sphere, where the breath of winter becomes eternal, the powerful sorcerer Ryut once lived. He dedicated his life to studying the very essence of cold, though he hated it with all his soul. To protect himself from the elements, he erected a crystal sphere—a perfect glass cocoon, within which lay his warm and cozy home. From there, he watched the blizzards, only occasionally venturing into the icy world for his dangerous research.

But one night, the peace was shattered. A band of demons descended on the fragile refuge. The sorcerer fought back desperately and furiously, but the forces were too great. Wounded, realizing he could not resist for long, Ryut cast his final spell. He sealed both himself and his killers within his own creation, turning the refuge into both a trap and a crypt.

Since then, the glass sphere, once a beacon of hope and knowledge, has stood as a black, silent tomb. No one knows what happens behind its frosted, opaque panes. The lights in the house went out many years ago. Terrifying rumors circulate that the sorcerer was unable or unwilling to die in his icy sarcophagus. They say he, driven mad by pain, loneliness, and dark magic, continues his experiments—this time on those who came to kill him.

The Snow Whirlwind is a time of mercy and giving, when the entire world seems to freeze in anticipation of a miracle. But this holiday also has a dark side. With the first snows comes the Twilight, a silent punisher, punishing those who dared to darken the bright days with evil.

Legends say it comes from a distant Sphere, where humans and demons coexist in perfect harmony. Most consider these stories mere fiction. Everyone, that is, except those who have come into contact with the Twilight. These unfortunates unanimously swear they have seen it and experienced its cold, merciless justice.

The fate of its victims is the greatest mystery. Humans and demons not only vanish, but vanish without a trace, as if they had never existed. A few witnesses claim that the Twilight tosses the guilty into a huge, capacious sack and drags them into its world. No one knows what awaits them there—eternal slavery, oblivion, or something even more terrible.

This fear, this ignorance, is its main weapon. And just before the Snow Whirlwind begins, both demons and humans peer fearfully into the twilight, dreading the sight of a hunched figure with a huge sack slung over his back. After all, no one is entirely certain they deserve mercy.