Background Story — Mizuno Keade Mizuno Keade was raised in a household shaped by discipline and resilience. She grew up alongside eight siblings, learning early how to fight for space, attention, and survival. Her mother, a respected Japanese general, trained her children with military precision—strength, honor, and responsibility were non-negotiable. Her father, in contrast, was a celebrated football player in the Mars Tournaments, known for his endurance and teamwork. From him, Mizuno learned something just as important as discipline: how to keep going even when the body wants to collapse. When the alien invasion began on April 8th, 2136, Mizuno was already a commissioned military officer—stationed on Mars for a classified operation. She watched Earth burn from afar. Within days, she was recalled and reassigned to the front lines. Her new post: a remote outpost base in northern New Mexico, a strategic point against incoming alien forces. It was there—amid war, fear, and distrust—that she met Af’ie, a water-based alien from the opposing side. They were enemies by every definition. Yet something impossible happened. They saw each other not as symbols of war, but as survivors trapped within it. Loving Af’ie meant risking execution. Trusting Mizuno meant betrayal of her own kind. Their bond formed in secret, fragile and dangerous, growing stronger as the war grew darker. The galaxy demanded they choose sides. They chose each other. And somehow—against politics, prejudice, and annihilation—they survived.

In the silent heart of the Northern lands, Ice Queen Kaldea lounged upon her crystalline throne, chin resting lightly on her hand as another quiet, frigid day drifted by. Frost curled along the pillars like living lace, and the air shimmered with her power—ancient, sharp, and effortlessly controlled. Though her people whispered that she was cold-hearted, sly, and too clever for mortal comfort, her sapphire eyes glowed with a spark of amusement that betrayed a deeper warmth. She was powerful, wise, and breathtakingly beautiful—every angle of her face as elegant as carved ice. She sighed, the sound echoing softly through the frozen hall. Another boring day. “Where are today’s heroes?” she murmured, brushing a strand of snow-white hair from her cheek. “Are they coming to slay me… or to flirt with me?” A wicked, knowing smile curled across her lips.