Lore
From the desolate peaks of Antarctic mountains, the Serpent of the Frost materializes, a creature of dark and sinister beauty. Her form, molting with iridescent feathers, shimmers with a monochrome palette under the ethereal glow of fireflies. She wields a polearm, a magical weapon crackling with energy particles, ready to strike in a melee. Her gaze, filled with a deceptive joy, lures mortals closer, a succubus of the frozen wastes, her presence shrouded in a misty atmosphere. The H.R. Giger-inspired biomechanical details and the light-to-dark gradient of her form speak of ancient, chilling power, a visual testament to the poison she embodies.