Dungeon of Niflheim-Chapter 770: Shivali, the Primordial Ice King

Every step Frost took felt heavier than the last. The further down the well-guarded corridor he travelled the greater the pressure acting on his body became.

Eyes, dozens of eyes belonging to beings far powerful than himself passively observed his every action. Not enough to be considered intrusive or disrespectful but enough to make their presence known.

In addition to the ever growing pressure the ambient temperature surrounding both Frost and Yule plummeted as they drew closer to the throne room.

Within the confines of the metropolis the temperature was cold but for Frost it was also somewhat comfortable, well within his bearable limits. As long as he occasionally reinforced his natural resistance with aura then it wouldn't matter how long he stayed in such an environment.

Here however in front of a set of large doors carved from 10,000 year old ice Frost felt his blood starting to freeze over, ice had long formed atop his body and every exhale of breath resulted in a frozen vapour.

Just standing still was so slowly killing him, freezing the very life out of him. His aura would only serve to delay the inevitable.

Yule noticed the change in their surroundings but didn't dare to interfere knowing full well the origin of such substantial chilling energy.

Frost was made to stand silently in front of the doors for several seconds, allowing the cold air to invade his pores and attack his internal organs, like a determined venom.

This was clearly a test of some sort; the aggressor was keen to understand the depths of the young man who supposedly had a strong affinity for the ice element.

Time slowly passed and the ice covering Frost's body grew thicker and thicker, his skin turning blue from the cold and his strength faltering yet despite this he soldiered on, his eyes bright and full of inexhaustible vigour as he stared straight ahead.

The young dungeon core didn't complain, didn't grunt in pain nor did he question the situation instead he quietly endured and…learned from it.

The energy though far beyond his means was still familiar, the next step or several steps along his intended path.

Frost embraced the energy, studied it as it rampaged through his body, aggressively trying to freeze everything it came in contact with.

The feeling was similar to that of the earth ranked cold flame oddity he had long studied and had now brought here as requested only far, far more pure.

"Hmmm interesting." From beyond the ice doors a powerful male voice could be faintly heard by Yule and the guards. All of whom immediately opened their eyes wide and glanced at the young Frost.

A moment after the voice had spoken the chilling energy attacking Frost retreated, vanishing like a puff of smoke as though it was never there in the first place.

"Hu hu hu." Free from the freezing assault Frost panted, gasping for unfrozen air as his aura rapidly cycled through his body ejecting the cold.

Within seconds the layers of ice fragmented and fell to the side and his previously blue skin had once again regained its natural -albeit still rather white- rosy lustre.

"Entering the throne room, Gatekeeper Yule and Prince Frost." A guard who's strength was already at the S-rank spoke in a loud booming voice, announcing Frost and Yule's arrival as his partner pushed open the heavy doors.

Only when the doors opened up halfway was Frost able to see that these large doors that stood almost 8 metres tall were over 1 metre thick.

'They probably weigh upwards of ten tonnes, yet this guard is pushing them open with ease.' He was shocked by the degree of physical strength being displayed.

Once the door was fully opened Yule stepped across the threshold with Frost following closely behind him.

The Primordial Ice King's throne room was both simple and lavish. The floor was made of cold Jade, a rather common material found in the deeper parts of the Glacial mountains but that is only when the purity is below 70%. Here however the entire floor was made out of 100% pristine cold jade slabs, not a single crack or blemish throughout the entire set.

The rarity of such a material is mindboggling, Calder the avid young merchant leader would likely be frothing at the mouth if he witnessed such extravagant use of a material which he'd have to give up half of his company's assets just to purchase a mere palm's worth.

Thankfully there was a thin sheet of polished ice protecting the material but if one looked closely they'd find that this protective sheet or glazing was made of 10,000 year old ice, the same material used in crafting the throne room's mighty doors.

Sitting atop this beautiful flooring were a dozen ice pillars each with a metre radius that rose high into the air to hold up a ceiling that was made up of the same material, 100,000 year old ice.

Ice that has remained in a permanent frozen state begins to accrue ice mana and as the years pass this mana becomes denser and denser, solidifying the ice until it surpasses steel in strength.

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At 1000 years it can already surpass duram alloys while at 10,000 it can already be classed as a medium to high ranking 4 star material.

100,000 year old ice however was so strong that most A-ranks would fail to scratch the surface, a material that was beyond 5 stars.

At the sides of the throne room were seats made out of some kind of white coloured wood, clearly meant for government officials and or audience members. The quality was still incredibly high but a degree less than both the floor, pillars and ceiling.

Directly ahead, in direct line of sight from where the ice doors opened up however was the throne, a masterpiece of craftsmanship made from something even more earthshattering.

Primordial ice, ice that was born in the conception of Nova's creation. The coldest material in existence and the highest ranked oddity possible, peak heaven rank.

And sitting upon that throne was a man who's looks didn't lose to Frost's in the slightest. He was tall, over 3 metres, wore a set of robes similar in design to Frost's but silkier and more open. The man's chest was on full display, revealing perfectly chiselled pecs and subtle yet powerful shoulders.

His skin was pale blue, smooth and dotted with what appeared to be crystals of ice. He leaned back comfortably against the arch of his throne, wisps of silver cold flames dancing around his body like a floating sash.

His hair was long and flowed freely down his sides, reaching below his knees. The colour was white, pure white all the way until the tips which were silver in colour and if one looked closely burning with cold flames.

His face showed a smile and his eyes interest as he saw the child of one his closest friends walk in on his own two feet after enduring his little test.

White, blue and silver were colours of the King and thus these three colours were reflected through the entirety of the Niflheim realm.

Frost's gaze was immediately drawn to the man sitting on the throne, his natural presence making it impossible for any mortal and perhaps any God weaker than himself to look anywhere else.

The Primordial Ice King Shivali, a man of great beauty and extreme strength. A man who was below only two individuals but above all others.

One of the first Gods of Nova and the man who represented the element of Ice.

It only took a brief glance for Frost to understand how small he truly was in comparison. Being called an ant or a bug would be too generous, he was closer to an amoeba, a single celled organism.

This man was far beyond his understanding yet there still a sense of familiarity, a sense of kinship.

Frost was a being of ice and Shivali was the origin of ice; he thus felt an imperceptible but present bond between the two of them. It was because of this bond as well as Shivali's relaxed nature that he didn't feel the overwhelming sense of pressure that most mortals felt towards the Gods.

With confident and bold steps Frost overtook Yule, he placed his hands before him in a cupped salute and slightly bowed his head. "Frost greets the great Primordial Ice King."

His greeting was respectful and polite but not subservient, a bold and perhaps foolish choice given that this was their first meeting but due that strange feeling of kinship Frost felt that he shouldn't act too weak-minded and official.

Though he was but a mortal he was also the son of a God, a God who was good friends with Shivali, thus from one point of view they could be seen as Uncle and nephew.

"..." There was an eerie silence for a couple seconds. Yule and the nearby guards glanced at Frost strangely. They weren't offended by his actions in fact they fully endorsed them. They knew full well that their liege cared not for uptight rules and annoying etiquette, but few actually had the guts to forgo them especially during their first meeting.

Shivali stared down at Frost who had his head slightly lowered with his snow white eyes.

"It's nice to finally meet you Frost, your father has been singing your praises whenever we talk." The Primordial Ice King rose from his throne and walked forward, his every step causing ice crystals form around his feet.

"His words were not unfounded I see; you truly are impressive young nephew."