SEASON 2 — EPISODE 3: BLOOD ON THE SNOW
Cold Open — The Hunter's Trail
Snow fell in slow, silent spirals, masking the horror beneath.
A smear of crimson stretched across the white, staining the frost like spilled ink on parchment. It wasn't beast blood. It was human. Hunter blood.
Three bodies lay half-buried in drifting snow, their hunter tags missing, their weapons shattered. One had his throat cut clean through. Another's chest was crushed inward as if a giant's fist had closed around it. The third… his eyes were open, frozen in terror, a jagged icicle piercing straight through his heart.
From the white void of the blizzard, a shadow emerged. Tall. Hooded. Silent.
The Cloaked Hunter dragged two more figures behind him, one in each hand. Both were unconscious, their armor scorched and frozen in patches, breath faint but still there.
He stopped beside the corpses, his breath curling like smoke in the frigid air.
CLOAKED HUNTER (low, to himself):
"Almost ready…"
His voice was calm, almost reverent — as though the blood on the snow was part of a ritual. He turned, vanishing back into the storm, the trail of red following him toward the distant silhouette of the Frostwraith Citadel.
Act 1 — Infiltration Orders
INT. HUNTER FLAGSHIP — WAR ROOM
The War Room was silent except for the low hum of the holo-projectors. The air smelled faintly of frost — the photos on the table still carried the cold of the northern winds.
The Guild Master stood over them, his scarred hands planted on the table. Intelligence photos were spread out like pieces of a puzzle: aerial shots of the Frostwraith Citadel's towering black walls.
GUILD MASTER:
"Citadel security's changed. No beasts at the gates… just hunters. Hunters like him."
The room's central holo-display flickered, shifting to a rotating threat list. Faces appeared in cold blue light — The White Fang.
• Iceblade Mara — assassin, kills in total silence. Rumored to move faster than the eye can track.
• Frostbrand Jorik — brute with skin like frozen steel. Blades bounce off him like twigs.
• Whisper Fang — crossbow sniper, kills from beyond sight range.
GUILD MASTER:
"These aren't beasts. They're us. Faster, stronger… and loyal to the Shadow King."
The table's light reflected in Xavier's golden eyes. His grip on his blade tightened.
XAVIER:
"Then we hunt them like we'd hunt any apex predator."
Act 2 — White Fang Ambush
EXT. FROSTWRAITH TUNDRA — DAY
The strike team moved in silence, their breath forming small clouds in the biting air. The canyon walls rose on either side, jagged and white with frost.
The first attack was invisible.
One moment, the snow was still. The next, it exploded in a spray of white and red. Iceblade Mara dropped from above, her twin blades moving like a silver blur. Three hunters fell before they could even cry out.
She vanished back into the blizzard.
Tink! — A crossbow bolt whistled through the storm, grazing Kai's arm and spinning him sideways.
KAI:
"We're in their kill zone!"
The ground rumbled. From the right, a massive figure slammed into Xavier with the force of an avalanche. Frostbrand Jorik towered over him, his entire body encased in glacial armor that gleamed under the weak sunlight.
Xavier rolled with the hit, boots digging furrows in the snow, and sprang forward with Volt Breaker Overdrive. Each clash of his blade against Jorik's skin sent sparks and frost into the air.
The brute grinned — a cold, wolfish thing — and swung a fist like a sledgehammer.
Act 3 — Apex in the Snow
The blow connected. Xavier's blade cracked. A second strike shattered it in half, sending metal shards spinning into the snow.
The world narrowed to two breaths — his and Jorik's.
Xavier exhaled. His HUD lit up. Apex Hunter Mode — Activated.
The air around him pulsed with golden-white energy. He caught Jorik's next punch in one hand, stopping it dead. Frost splintered from the brute's knuckles, exploding outward in a cloud of shards.
XAVIER:
"That's core number one."
With a twist, he drove the broken half of his blade into the exact spot Beast Sense highlighted — a pulsing blue light in Jorik's chest. He followed it with an Arc Storm Cleave, the blast tearing straight through.
The brute's chest caved inward, the core shattering in a burst of white light. Jorik fell backward, snow swallowing him whole.
Act 4 — Duel with Mara
Mara's presence was like a whisper — here, then gone. Xavier moved into the blizzard, guided only by the faint rhythm of her heartbeat.
Steel flashed. Sparks flared against ice. Blood bloomed in the air and froze before it hit the ground.
She feinted low, then spun into a blade lock, her scythe pressing against his weapon.
MARA:
"You've improved."
Xavier didn't answer. Beast Sense spiked — he pivoted, swinging upward with a lightning-charged slash. The scythe arm dropped into the snow.
XAVIER:
"Tell your master… I'm coming."
Mara smiled through the pain, her teeth bright against the snow. Then she bit down on a small glass vial in her mouth. Frost raced across her skin instantly, freezing her into a statue before Xavier could reach her.
Act 5 — The Citadel Gates
The surviving White Fang fell back toward the black walls of the Frostwraith Citadel.
The gates groaned as they swung open, cold mist spilling out.
The Cloaked Hunter stood there, alone. Snow swirled around him in slow spirals, untouched by the wind. His voice carried, clear even through the storm.
CLOAKED HUNTER:
"You've leveled up, Godslayer… but not enough."
Xavier's HUD flashed red.
CLOAKED HUNTER — Threat Level: ???
Ending Cliffhanger
INT. CITADEL THRONE ROOM — SAME TIME
Shadows moved along the walls, cast by the flicker of braziers. At the far end, seated on a throne of black ice, the Shadow King rose.
Through the massive window behind him, lightning split the sky — illuminating a massive Titan skull mounted above the throne like a trophy.
SHADOW KING:
"Send word to the Titan King. The Hunt begins now."
Far away, outside the Citadel, Xavier stared up at those same walls, the storm whipping at his cloak. He didn't move.
Somewhere in the white beyond, something massive exhaled.
The snow carried the sound for miles.