Generations ago, Ice tribe had been a small demon tribe with elemental power whose powers were feared by every other elemental tribes and were considered a threat by all.
So, in common fear, 6 elemental tribes formed a temporary alliance to get rid of them. Among them the leader tribe was none other than Fairy tribe which is the tribe Peggy is from.
The demon tribe had a war against all 6 elemental tribes at once but in the end, they were overwhelmed by them and defeated.
After that they were judged by getting isolated in the freezing regions of the planet so that they don't become potential danger and hoping they would die from cold.
From then on they were forgotten, left to fend for themselves as the other tribes warred and expanded, never bothering to reach the icy wastelands.
Abandoned.
Ignored.
With every passing generation, that neglect twisted his people — their demonic powers getting gradually altered. They adapted, not just physically — growing stronger, darker, more demonic — but emotionally too. The ice in their veins wasn't just elemental anymore. It was a reflection of their hatred.
A silent, cold hatred.
By the time Glacius was born, that hatred was a legacy. It was a purpose.
The Ice Demons were taught one thing — the planet could only be truly peaceful if it was frozen under their rule. No more wars, no more conflict — just perfect, silent cold.
That was what they fought for.
It was all Glacius had ever known.
And yet…
Here was Peggy.
A fairy, of all things — one of the so-called "pure" tribes — the exact opposite of his people and the ones who were mostly responsible for there ancestral isolation in freezing regions.
And yet, she had stood between him and death.
She could have just abandoned him by evacuating the aquatic neutrals to safety, let him get infested and die a slow painful death, a meaningful end for him.
That way, she could have succeeded in her primary duty.
But she didn't even though she could have.
No one had ever done that for him before.
It was… ironic.
The first person to stand for an Ice Demon ruler wasn't one of his own, nor an ally — but a light fairy princess.
Glacius' grip on Peggy tightened just a little.
He wasn't going to let her die.
Not because he cared.
Not because it mattered.
But because the game needed her.
Yes. That was all.
His people still needed their vengeance and Glacius would stop at nothing to see every tribe frozen beneath his feet. The Magma Tribe, the Nature Tribe… even Arson himself. They would all fall.
But maybe — just maybe — he'd let Peggy live.
Just so the game never ended.