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

A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from sugary lies and tangled truths. It speaks of a flow, its waters glinting with the promise of ecstasy. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a dangerous lure that promises glory at the cost of morals. They say those who drown in its current are forever consumed by the stream's grip, their lives forev