Haho the Highwater

One blade of impossible ice, a dozen frozen lords who knelt before its wielder, and a single name that silences the crimson skies. They say Haho arrived in The Underworld not as a refugee, but as a challenge to its very nature. While others feared the lava pools, they sought the unnatural ice plains, convinced that true dominance lay in absolute zero. During a desperate battle against a legion of Soul Chasers, their mortal sword shattered. Defenseless, Haho drove their hands into the ancient frost and pulled forth a weapon of pure, sentient cold. The power surge that followed remade them, their fury crystallizing into transcendent strength. This ascension became the new standard, the highwater mark against which all other warriors in the cursed realm are now measured. They are the living embodiment of a limit pushed past its breaking point.