The sealed stone doors of the Glacial Abyss didn't just keep prisoners in; they kept the world out. Hanzo stood before the massive granite slabs, his breathing rhythmic and calm. A few hours ago, he was a sacrifice. Now, he was the only thing breathing in this frozen tomb.
[System Notification: Soul-Power detected in the vicinity. Absorb?]
Hanzo looked at the shattered remains of the Frost-Colossus. A faint, ethereal blue mist was rising from the icy rubble. He reached out his hand, and the Shard of the First Frost hummed in response. The mist swirled, funneling into the blade and then into Hanzo's chest.
[Strength +2, Agility +3, Intelligence +1]
"I can feel it," Hanzo muttered, clenching his fist. The weakness that had plagued him his entire life was vanishing. "The 'Broken' blade isn't just a weapon. It's an engine."
He turned his attention to the exit. He didn't just want to leave; he wanted to make an entrance. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunged at the heavy doors. Instead of a physical strike, he channeled his new 'Ice Armor' skill into his fist.
BOOM!
The reinforced stone cracked. Ice crystals spread across the surface of the door, freezing the molecular structure until the rock became as brittle as glass. With one more kick, the door shattered into a thousand shards.
Outside, the blizzard of the frontier was still raging, but to Hanzo, it felt like a warm breeze. He stepped out, his eyes scanning the horizon for the tracks of the team that had betrayed him.
"Ryker... Clan Elder..." Hanzo's voice was a whisper of frost. "I hope you enjoyed the celebration of my death. Because the 'failure' is coming home."