The winds of change howled across the realms, whispering tales of a coming twilight. Since centuries, the Vikings had forged their path through blood and iron, leaving their will upon the land. Their longships cut across the seas, laden with warriors hungry for glory. But now, a chill settled into their heartland. The grip of Ragnarök, the fabled

A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from sugary lies and bitter truths. It speaks of a flow, its waters glinting with the allure of bliss. But within its depths lurks a darkness, a dangerous lure that promises glory at the cost of morals. They say those who fall in its current are forever ensnared by the stream's power, their lives forever