FrostBound Legacy
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A world without winter. A lie carved by the gods to bury their sins.
Axel, an orphan who clawed his way out of Curae Ignis’s cruelty, rises as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy—only to fall harder when he fails to bond with even a sprite, the lowest of spirits.
Rejected by all, he is accepted by one: Frost, an element lost to time, foreign to the current world.
Bound to Boris, a frost spirit with a grudge as ancient as the vanquished snow, he vows to climb to the top—to reach the bastard of a father who cast him into the hellhole he called a childhood.
The world fears change. The gods—the very ones who sealed Winter—stand against him.
Yet he moves forward, forging frozen bonds. Frost-bound, unrelenting, freezing everything: pain, sorrow, joy, and even the hatred that fueled his journey.
The cold making him cold.
"You’ll get your throne," Boris whispers, Axel’s black hair fading snow white. "But first... we ice the gods."