The winds of change swept across the realms, whispering tales of a coming twilight. For centuries, the Vikings had carved their path through blood and iron, instilling their will upon the land. Their longships cut across the seas, laden with warriors hungry for glory. But now, a chill crept into their heartland. The grip of Ragnarök, the fabled de
River of Heady Desolation
A whisper travels on the breeze, a tale spun from honeyed lies and acrimonious truths. It speaks of a current, its waters glinting with the temptation of bliss. But within its depths lurks a shadow, a website deceptive lure that promises glory at the cost of morals. They say those who drown in its current are forever ensnared by the current's grip,