Name: Uriel Redstone (Miguel Ramos)
Race: Ice Dragon
Age: 0 (28)
Maturity: Young
Level: 0/50
HP: 4500
MP: 3750
Titles: King of the Ice Giants
Stats:
- Strength: 80
- Speed: 50
- Intelligence: 75
- Vitality: 90
- Defense: 120
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Inside the icy fortress, surrounded by snow-covered stones and ice crystals that reflected the pale sunlight through the cracks in the walls, Uriel Redstone lay in his makeshift nest. His thick, shimmering bluish scales contrasted with the pure white that dominated the environment. Even lying down, his presence filled the space in an almost suffocating way. With a slow movement of his tail, he brushed against a frozen pillar, causing blocks of ice to break loose and crash to the ground with a muffled thud.
"My stats have increased considerably..." thought Uriel, feeling the newly awakened energy flowing through his veins like a frozen river under pressure. "When I level up... yes, I will become even stronger."
A slight discomfort manifested in his body. The structure that once seemed spacious now felt tiny compared to his growing draconic form. His wings, retracted so as not to crush the ceiling, pulsed restlessly, and the sensation of being trapped between such fragile walls silently irritated him.
Shifting his gaze to the interface of his abilities, a question echoed in his mind like the howling of the wind in the mountains:
"And what about my abilities...? Have they changed somehow...?"
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Updated Abilities:
- [Ice Dragon's Breath] → [Great Ice Dragon's Breath]
- [Icy Presence] → [Climate Shift]
- [Ice Scales] → [Reinforced Ice Scales]
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[Great Ice Dragon's Breath]: A beam of icy energy, shining in deep blue tones, capable of completely freezing any being that lacks extreme cold resistance. The attack ignores physical barriers, working even against ethereal and incorporeal entities.
[Climate Shift]: The longer Uriel remains in one place, the more the environment around him transforms. The temperature drops drastically, snow accumulates, and ice takes over the terrain, affecting an area of up to 400 meters around him. Nearby creatures may be slowly frozen by the field's influence.
[Reinforced Ice Scales]: His scales absorb 30% of all physical damage received. Additionally, any magical attack cast against Uriel is reflected back at the attacker. The more mana invested in the offensive magic, the greater the intensity of the reflected spell.
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Uriel moved slowly, and the simple act of stretching his front legs made the structure tremble. A crack snaked across a nearby wall, ending in the fall of frozen blocks that shattered on the snow-covered ground. With a slight sigh, visibly irritated, he muttered to himself:
"This fortress needs to be expanded... it's ridiculously small for my current size."
It was then that he heard the sounds. Cautious yet determined footsteps echoed in the main corridor. With his only eye—a glowing orb of deep blue that seemed to contain centuries of winter—he fixed his gaze on the large stone door.
The door creaked open, and through it entered a robust man, clad in thick furs and adorned with silver chains and animal bone trinkets. Eskandor, Uriel's right-hand man and most loyal vassal, bowed theatrically, his thick beard nearly touching the frozen floor.
"Your Majesty..." he said in a deep voice, filled with respect and flattery. "Forgive me for interrupting whatever important matter you were attending to — and I know it must be something very important — but I come to inform you that the houses have been completed, as per your command."
Uriel simply observed him in silence for a moment. The cold intensified slightly in the room, making Eskandor shiver despite the thick furs.
"Looks like you gave your look a little touch-up... not bad," Uriel commented, his voice resonating like muffled thunder, carrying a disinterested tone, yet still clear enough to be recognized as a compliment.
While his icy eyes scanned Eskandor's figure, Uriel moved his colossal body toward the partially destroyed wall — the same one he had broken shortly after his evolution. With a crude and natural motion, his shoulders crushed what remained of the structure, and he passed through the obstacle with the indifference of someone who sees no limits in the world around him. Chunks of stone and snow slid aside, creating a trail of debris in his wake.
The compliment had not come from real admiration or concern. Uriel simply felt like saying it. His mind was already elsewhere — specifically, in dark thoughts about using his own draconic blood on Eskandor. The idea was simple, direct, and carried an almost scientific curiosity: what would happen if a being like Eskandor were contaminated by his freezing essence? Would he be strengthened? Corrupted? Transformed?
Eskandor's loyalty itself mattered little. Uriel did not fear betrayal. His title as King of the Ice Giants was not merely symbolic — it was absolute authority, rooted in the very soul of his race. Any order he gave, any command, would be followed, even if the giants hated him or wished for his death. It was an uncontestable, almost divine dominion.
From across the room, Eskandor looked visibly surprised by the compliment. His eyes widened slightly, and a shy smile appeared on his lips, cracked from the cold. He scratched his head with a thick, leather-gloved hand in a nervous, almost childlike gesture, as if trying to hide his own embarrassment.
"Hehehe... I get all flustered when Your Majesty says things like that..." he muttered, chuckling awkwardly.
Even embarrassed, Eskandor felt strangely good. Uriel's comment, although brief, sounded like a sign of recognition — a rarity from such an imposing creature. It sparked a flicker of hope in him: maybe Uriel saw him as someone valuable. Maybe it would be enough so that, when the supplies ran out and the winter worsened, he wouldn't end up as a draconic snack.
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