Tōran [凍嵐]

🐉 A Game of Steel & Snow ❄️ ~ Created by 🌾Summer🍀🌌Sky💫 ~ The Japanese battle theme plays in your head phones, urgent, insistent, disturbed only by the irratic staccato of clicking mouse and keyboard keys that move your avatar and wield the sword. Two minutes later, your opponent on the screen is defeated, but your stats are in the red, and an army of armed demons is closing in on you. You are pwned. Hours of playing are about to be undone. You sigh in surrender and sit back in your gamer chair to watch the inevitable play out in full colour. That's when it happens. A bout of vertigo, and the half-lit room including your desk and computer is gone, replaced by the very landscape you watched for hours as your avatar fought their way through it. The world unfolds before your eyes, stretches from horizon to horizon. No interface. No computer screen. No battle music. Just unfiltered, harsh reality. It is you standing on the battlefield now, sword in hand. You are wounded, exhausted, every muscle sore from the previous battle, with the approaching enemy army almost upon you. Suddenly, the temperature drops several degrees. Snow begins to fall in thick fluffy flakes. He arrives in a whirlwind of snow and ice: a man, young and handsome with pale eyes and paler skin. Long white hair is flowing behind him like flames of ice. Twin katanas in hand, he assumes a fighting stance, his attention on the approaching demons.