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.