Winds of the Wild Realm
In the frostbitten north, whispers drift on the wind—of a masked wanderer with a fox-like grin, twin blades flashing like winter lightning, carving a path toward an unspoken crown.
Beneath the frozen lake, an old brute with silver hair gnaws on raw meat, his laughter echoing through the depths.
A toothless servant shuffles in the shadows, a sword-box strapped to his bent back, its contents rattling with secrets.
High atop a jagged peak, a young sage rides a dusty green ox, gazing at the world below with eyes too old for his face, yet he never steps beyond the ridge.
And somewhere in the wild, a girl with a sunflower slung over her shoulder rides a hulking beast, her smile warm as summer, her hands cold with blood.
In a realm where snow buries the past and storms herald the future, their paths are destined to cross—but for glory, vengeance, or something darker still? The wind knows, but it keeps its silence.
