#sub zero

I'll literally have this as a headcanon I don't care

I had become one of the most feared and honored warriors in our clan. And then, the revenants came. It swept across cities, countries. There were those that thought it was a lost cause. But I was full of pride. I did not think the Lin Kuei could be beaten. We went into a city to try and purge it of the revenants. But they were everywhere. Like a hive of bees. I knew we were going to die. But I thought… Do you know what cryomancy is? No. It is a type of power. A power I possess. And in that moment, fearing for my life, I summoned a storm of ice. But I lost control.

For a long time, I thought the worst thing that I could become was my brother. I was wrong. The storm cut through the city, killing revenants, killing innocents, killing my clan. When it was all over, I was the only one to survive. And I realized that death begets death. And the cycle of violence continues, like the symbol of the Black Dragon, a serpent that eats its own tail. I swore an oath never to use my power again. Never to lose control.