A mighty crystal palace.

As he crested above the clouds, he saw a mighty palace of crystal atop the mountain, a flat surface of the palatial estate and nothing else, and as he approached, he saw it nearly desolate, the only inhabitants left being battered and war torn.

As he landed on his Wyvern, he dismounted, and the mighty creature slushed into a much smaller Dragonkin, though still being quite fearsome, as it climbed atop his form, curling around his neck like a scarf, nuzzling him affectionately.

As Frost began walking around the flattened top, he went up to one of the remaining settlers, a famished looking icy woman was laying on the ground, as Frost approached, and as soon as she saw him, she began crawling away, fear in her eyes.

As he was looking at her, some unknown source of knowledge told him she was a Yuki Onna, and as she was helplessly on the floor, he kneeled towards her, his immense form towering over her, as he softly offered his hand, as she toolkit, and opened her mouth slightly, before biting it ever so softly, draining a mere hundred mana a second, as she grasped his arm gingerly, collapsing into his grasp, as his other arm went to hold her, as her formerly famished figure instantly filled in in a scrumptious looking way, as Frost was gazing at her sultry eyes.

After a few minutes of writhing in his arms, she’d finally filled herself up, draining over ten thousand mana, but it was already nearly fully regenerated.

Frost then introduced himself, “I Am Demon King Frostin. Why is everything so desolate?”

As soon as she heard his words, she dropped to her knees, and began begging for forgiveness, “Oh, Sir Demon King, I didn’t mean you any disrespect, and… You gave me YOUR essence? A Demon King? Gave it to me?” As she was devolving into her own headspace, she snapped out of it, answering his question, “Our master, The Demon Lord of Snow, he hasn’t been a very capable master. He’s left us all out to starve, over a hundred have died since, though he cares not for us.” She looked to the side longingly.

Frost then hoisted her into his grasp, shocking her with the appearance of his Frost Mount, and his tender grasp, as he told her to lead him to her master.

After a few minutes of walking through the expansive estate, he finally reached a throne room, with a haughty looking Demon atop the throne, being fed by a demoness, he saw him, and upon sensing his aura, the Demon Lord went to strike, throwing the demoness to the side.

As the Demon Lord followed through his arc, he landed within the grasp of Frost, as he cast Frozen Grasp, surpassing the Demon’s cold resistance.

As the grip of frost closed around the Demon’s neck, his body slowly shifted into ice, as Frost then shattered the solidified form into dust, as the demoness recoiled, before kneeling to him, and as he walked to the throne, and sat upon it, with Cryomancy, he made the throne grow five times larger, with razor sharp glacial shards sticking from it.

As he sat upon the improved throne, he instructed the Yuki Onna woman from before, whose name he discovered to be Musume Yuki, to gather all the depreciated minions to come, and upon finding that they all were some form of life draining species, he spent the next ten hours feeding the hundred or so beings back to health, before the ones who wanted to leave left, leaving only ten Abominable Snowmen and four Yuki Onni, including Musume, and the frightened demoness, as they were gathered around Frost.

He chose to let them accomplish their own goals while under his employment, instead choosing to leave the menial labor and defense to his Cryominions, which he spent the next seven hours summoning two thousand of both servants and warriors of frost, as they marched from the chamber, spacing themselves around the mighty estate, while the warriors assembled an ice wall around the premises with their frozen forms.

As he finished setting his frozen palace right, and finished settling the beings now under him, and setting up protections, he saw a new screen pop up.

As he laid his eyes on the screen, unbeknownst to him, 10,000 fifteen foot tall Soldiers of Ice began popping up from the ground near his other warriors, standing inert, awaiting their next command.

After a single moment's contention, he accepted all five Random Artifact Draws.

As he pondered the items he’d gotten, he handed the ornately carven Staff to Musume, as he gripped the two foot long Chain in his hand, and with a single thought, it grew to a hundred feet, as he flung it around the room harmlessly, though every crack of the Chains were like metal whips of ****.

He shrunk it to thirty feet, before gingerly wrapping it around his right arm, and freezing it solid, leaving it always within reach, as he pulled out the odd addition, a Colt Python?

Why’d they choose that? Well, at least it had infinite ammo, but would Demons really be susceptible to this? He questioned, as he aimed it at a column of ice and shot.

Though far surpassing his expectations, when the bullet landed, a small explosion occurred, which disintegrated the ice, water and all, leaving not even steam.

Frost was absurdly satisfied, as his attention went to the eggs he now had, as he set them beside him, he wondered how long it’d take them to hatch.