The journey to the Temple of Elements was perilous at the best of times – to say nothing of the gods who lived within it – but for a Cryomancer who was once a denizen of the vilest bowels of the Netherrealm, the cold weather and whistling wind of the Himalayas were mildly irritating at best.
Narrowing his dark blue eyes, he spotted a grey circular stone door at the bottom of a snowy cliff and nearly sighed in relief. This time around, he had no Map to guide him except for the one he could recall from memory. Had it failed him today, the long journey would have been for naught.
The first time he was here, he was known as Sub-Zero of the Lin Kuei, taking one step closer to damnation. Now he was Bi-Han of no clan, taking one step closer to peace. Salvation was only for the untainted.
Had his brother Kuai Liang known of this, perhaps he would have approved. After all, he was the only one between them who was on speaking terms with most gods. It came with the terri