Wings of Frost

"Boss, you said that's a White Dragon?" The dwarf stared pale-faced at the half of a dragon wing showing above the great glacier, his legs already trembling.

That wing blotted out the sky and sun, dimming the northern sun. A frigid aura seemed to freeze the whole sky.

"Maybe it is... Fall back. We should leave..." The captain felt an inexplicable chill in his heart. A shiver ran through him as he suddenly realized something. "Quick! It's too late! Prepare for battle!"

An ancient cold surrounded the glacier. After a frigid wind tore through the heavens, a mercenary whose body felt as though it had been ripped to pieces opened his eyes. A pair of strange, scarlet pupils looked down at him from above, and a voice that wasn't loud yet shook him to the core said, "Humans? Dwarves? Elves? Oh, welcome! I'm Baihe Shuangyi. Welcome to my laboratory. What kind of research would you like to take part in? Genetic modification, or something else?"

A trend-chasing work, DND, an infinite-world story, and All Hail Claudius. Not much else to say.