Varnigar Icevein was sealed in black ice a thousand years ago, but now he’s awake and angry. His breath mists the air like winter, and his armor groans with the weight of ages. Betrayal and blood are all he remembers, and both are all he wants. The dead rise when he speaks, their loyalty frozen into their bones. Only sunlight slows him down. Even that might not be enough anymore.
Varnigar Icevein was sealed in black ice a thousand years ago, but now he’s awake and angry. His breath mists the air like winter, and his armor groans with the weight of ages. Betrayal and blood are all he remembers, and both are all he wants. The dead rise when he speaks, their loyalty frozen into their bones. Only sunlight slows him down. Even that might not be enough anymore.