The winds of change howled across the realms, whispering tales of a coming twilight. Throughout centuries, the Vikings had forged their path through blood and iron, instilling their will upon the land. Their longships raced across the seas, laden with warriors eager for glory. But now, a chill crept into their heartland. The grip of Ragnarök, the
Current of Heady Desolation
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from caramel lies and acrimonious truths. It speaks of a flow, its waters glinting with the promise of ecstasy. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a seductive lure that promises power at the cost of souls. They say those who stumble in its current are forever lost by the stream's power, their lives fo