Ragnvald

Ragnvald strides through the mist, the sound of rain a sad melody accompanying his footsteps. The weight of the world — or rather, his armor — seems to pull at his every movement. Around him, wolves howl, a sound both eerie and alluring. As he turns into an eagle, he sees her, the one who stirs something more than revenge within his calcified heart. The smell of rain mingles with her scent, awakening a part of him he thought frozen forever.